All-round mathematician

Chapter 65 Your Pillow Is So Awesome B
"He wrote my pillow."

"boom".

Like a dam releasing flood water, the waves are rolling in and out of the sky.

Someone clutched his stomach, slapped the desk vigorously, and laughed out of breath.

"Silence." The head teacher yelled, and when the class quieted down, he said, "I can't even imagine that there would be such a weird thinking. For this composition title, the teachers who scored more than 30 points would eat the batch of papers... "

After all, Zhao Hongying taught Chinese, and she still paid attention to quality. She stopped talking and said, "Well, I eat rice. Here, I recorded a section of content. Read it here, everyone must take it as a warning."

"My pillow is 47 cm long, 14 cm wide, and 6.8 cm high. When I press down on the back of my head, the volume drops by one-seventh. The contact area on the left side of my face is smaller, which is 7% lower than the same period last year. The left side is far away from the ventricle, which is good for sleep. , possibly increasing sleep quality by 4% to 5%…”

"Is this a composition? Ah, Yang Fan, you definitely did it on purpose?"

"Creative idea, teacher, I just thought the composition was not good before, but this time I deliberately innovated it." Yang Fan looked innocent, and shouted in his heart, is it so bad, it seems that this passage is okay.

The classmate was already leaning forward and backward laughing, almost out of breath, weird, really weird.

"What a great idea, I'll talk to you later." Zhao Hongying was also annoyed, and she still doesn't know how to reflect on it, "Continue to talk about the ranking."

Regarding my own affairs, after laughing, the class was silent for a moment.

"No.5, Ye Haoran."

Ye Haoran's science scores, if not for Yang Fan's appearance, would have occupied the first place in the class for a long time, and was held back by the liberal arts.

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No.9, Song Minghui.

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No.12, Xiao Hongye.

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After reading the first twenty, there were basically no surprises except that Yang Fan was included in the list.

"This time, the total score of the class ranks second among the five science classes. It has made great progress. Everyone knows that in the past, our class kept four and competed for three. As for the reason, it is still a matter of mathematics. The next section is mathematics. Chen The teacher will talk to you well."

Zhao Hongying looked at the time, and the self-study time was over soon, and said, "Squad leader, here is your notebook, and you can arrange someone to write the rankings and scores on the blackboard while you are free."

"Yes, teacher." Zeng Sisi stepped forward to take the notebook.

She nodded and left.

Feeling another movement at the elbow, the note was handed over.

"I still didn't make the top 20 this time."

Yang Fan knew that Lin Yuwei was in a hurry, no matter how hard she tried, she kept it between 20 and 25.

"Don't think too much about scores, let's go to literature, girl." Yang Fan wrote.

"Literature is not favored by others, and it is laughed at by classmates."

"Don't worry, I can help you."

"Your composition is so bad, how can I help?"

What? How dare you underestimate me so much.

Yang Fan tore up the note depressingly, it was a shame, he wanted to rise up and go against the sky.

In the first math class, Chen Changyi put down the thick paper and said, "Congratulations to all the students in Class [-]. This time, your math scores are quite outstanding, and you have overwhelmed the rest of the class."

Chen Changyi is not a head teacher, so he doesn't need to go through a set of procedures of suppressing and promoting, and he is easy to talk to.

"I will roll the roll and hand out the papers in order. No.1, Yang Fan, with 148 points."

The head teacher mentioned that there was no accidental sensational effect, and everyone accepted it flatly.

"No.2, Ye Haoran scored 143 points."

"No.3, Shen Hongyi with 136 points."

"..."

"No.7, Song Minghui."

After reading this, Chen Changyi was taken aback. This math class representative was included in the top five. This time, it was because of his poor performance or some other reason.

He didn't say anything, and continued to read: "No.8..."

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The students who received the papers immediately started discussions and comparisons, and by the way, showed off their superiority and envied them.

"Okay, don't look at mistakes and compare scores for now." Chen Changyi yelled loudly, waited for the students to focus on the podium, and said, "Some students may have discovered that their scores have improved a lot this time, and they think that mathematics has a lot to do with it." Stand up progressively."

Class monitor Zeng Sisi was the first to stand up, and the others... none.

Chen Changyi was stunned, did no one find out?

"Of course." Chen Changyi slapped his forehead and understood the reason. It is normal for math scores to fluctuate up and down. It is only after comparing the whole grades that Class [-] has improved.

Zeng Sisi played steadily, was good at summarizing, and had a strong view of the overall situation, so she analyzed the reasons.

"Well, I guess I can't figure it out if I ask you, you just obey the arrangement."

Chen Changyi was speechless, as the exciting moment hit the air, his heart felt dull, and he said, "Squad leader, sit down first. That Yang Fan, we several math teachers have discussed it, the paper for the evening self-study is up to you." Is there any problem with unified explanation in lecture hall?"

Yang Fan stayed for a few seconds, but no one informed him in advance. No wonder Mr. Feng didn't have class today, he must have communicated with each other.

"OK, no problem."

"Okay." Chen Changyi was overjoyed, and said, "Everyone, please bring your notebooks and recording pens to the lecture theater at 7 o'clock in the evening. This time, it will benefit you for the rest of your life."

Chen Changyi's words are both inside and outside, expressing the importance.

A good savvy was thoughtful, compared with the previous scores, and remembered Yang Fan's extracurricular tutoring.

It turned out to be the case.

"Some people may not understand. You will know after the class is over. Remember to record and take a video. Now, put the paper aside and let's go to class."

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After the math is over, it is the turn of the Chinese head teacher to come on stage, and the same papers will be handed out.

"Let's ask my classmates to correct the mistakes first, and then I will talk about it another day. In this class, let's talk about composition."

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the class laughed.

In the third year of senior high school, students have formed their own writing style and also have their own ideas in terms of composition.

Adding more idioms, adding more parallel sentences, etc., can add points.

40 points for the composition, most of the people are a little over 30, and if it is worse than 25, it will still be given. This is the bottom line of a normal grader.

Zhao Hongying has a fire in her heart, it is really embarrassing, and she has to teach hydrographic techniques in composition in the third year of high school.

"What is the title of me? The first level of conception must be the characters. The person who wrote the title is also to see the emotional entanglements of the characters and so on. No matter how hard it is to write, it's safe to say [-] points, it's safe."

Zhao Hongying raised her voice to the loudest and said angrily, "That Yang Fan, do you understand?"

"Teacher, my relatives and friends are all a bunch of jerks. Composition is serious and sacred. How can you talk nonsense and have no sense of involvement. If the marking teacher reads it happily and treats it as a novel, will he give a high score? "Yang Fan still thinks his composition is good, but others don't understand it.

Zhao Hongying felt that she had a heart attack, and her heart had been broken into seventeen or eighteen pieces. She took a breath, suppressed her temper, and said, "Okay, if the characters are not good, then I will go to the second class. Show writing, show kindness. My hometown, my hometown. In the motherland of China, people often use platoon comparisons to sublimate their feelings, so it may not be without high marks."

"It's too fake, no one is a fool, knowing that the fake writing will give high marks, it's crazy. Ask me to approve this kind of composition, five out of ten is almost the same, we are high school students, we don't need to do government reports, we must have passion, we must Vigorous." Yang Fan said.

"well said."

"Not bad."

"As I thought."

A group of classmates supported someone, and Zhao Hongying, who had just suppressed her temper, burst into flames and shouted: "Okay, then tell me, how awesome is your pillow? What is the purpose? To express what feelings, can you What emotion did it evoke?"

Yang Fan smiled slightly, parallel importers don't know how to appreciate the beauty of literature, let's see how I can convince you.

"My point of view is human life, calling on human beings to pay attention to health."

"Wow." All the students whispered in unison, the students were dumbfounded, it had a compelling literary connotation.

Under the attention of everyone, Yang Fan stood up and talked eloquently: "As we all know, pillows accompany a third of human life, and the time alone exceeds that of wives, parents and other immediate family members. The importance of pillows is self-evident.

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"Babies start to use pillows when they are one year old, and centenarians still use them. Pillows are already the most important partners in life."

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"According to statistics, if the comfort of the pillow is not enough, it will first affect sleep, and second affect life expectancy. If sleep is poor, the efficiency will be poor.

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"Everyone has to find the best pillow, both for life and for life."

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"The maximum height is generally 10-15 cm, and the low area is 3-5 cm, which is the best comfort for the human body."

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"Yang Fan is very reasonable. I want to go back and study."

"The regulations are clear, the arguments are clear, and the writing is good."

"It turns out that my insomnia is because of the pillow. I have gained knowledge."

"Wonderful article, you can only read it if the text is useful."

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"Well, it's okay. It's a pity that this article has been buried." Zhao Hongying also nodded, and then her eyes widened. What the hell is this?

Watching the students being brainwashed, and even starting to agree with him, the head teacher couldn't accept it.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it. You go back and look at the difference between a thesis and a composition, and Baidu yourself." There is no way to teach, this student can't teach, Zhao Hongying gave up, "You can figure it out."

"Teacher, I understand."

Yang Fan felt that the marking teacher didn't understand aesthetics, so he liked to brag and didn't seek reality at all.

(End of this chapter)