All-round mathematician

Chapter 9

An hour later, Feng Yao was still full of joy and felt a little content.This student is really good, and he really understands it.There is no need to try anything else. From now on, you must keep an eye on him, keep an eye on him, and nothing will happen.

"Oh, it's getting late, Yang Fan, please go back. Come back tomorrow."

"Mr. Feng, I don't think such advanced knowledge is needed in the Mathematical Olympiad. Are we..." Cui Qiming said.

"That's true. If you get a medal, I will still get some bonuses, so you have to work hard. As for those two books, you can read them as you like. I have already prepared a copy. It's normal that I can't buy the Chinese version."

Feng Yao's indifferent words made their glass hearts shatter in an instant. This teacher Feng is really vile.Has he ever been complained about before, and how strong his students are to survive.

"Teacher Feng, let's learn more about high school Olympiads. Abstract algebra and topological geometry are really difficult." Yang Fan also joined in the persuasion. His current system task is to win the gold medal in Olympiads.Graduate courses are too far away, difficult, and difficult to improve proficiency.

"Also, Mr. Feng, in order to read those two books these days, I have left behind all other homework. As for what will definitely not work, I don't have so much time."

Hearing the words of the most valued student, Feng Yao's face changed drastically, and he said, "Yang Fan, is mathematics another subject? No matter how good your Chinese and English are, it's just to make more money. And you are not good at other science subjects, mathematics is your subject. The only way out. Specializing in one subject is much more useful than studying randomly. As long as you get a gold medal in the Olympiad, you can choose it from a famous school in the country. Other courses, even if you get zero points, so what.”

"Teacher Feng, I have only made some progress in mathematics recently. I am not sure about the gold medal." Yang Fan said.

"I'm not sure. How could I not be sure? Don't imitate the four of them. They seem to be proficient in everything but they are not very good at everything. Wuzhou Affiliated High School is good in Wuzhou, but in the whole of China, what does it mean? Huanggang, Hengshui, QD listen Have you passed?
Can you compete with them in solving problems?They are all waste materials from exam-oriented education.There are many masters pretending to be B in China, and there are many rich people, but there are no scientists.Why?Every year in the Olympiad, physics, chemistry and mathematics, the gold medals are among the best.Internationally, the younger generation is a mess of NB.After reaching middle age, when you compare the group of people who participated in the competition back then, their academic status has been dumped a few blocks. "

The more Feng Yao talked, the more excited he became, and he wanted to vent out his depression for many years.

"What does this have to do with me?" Yang Fan muttered softly.

"What? None of your business. You really..."

"Teacher Feng, I need to communicate with my parents. Mathematics is fine as an interest, and I can participate in a competition, but my parents will definitely not agree to leave other homework." Yang Fan was speechless, it was too far away, and he wanted to develop in an all-round way , tied to death is not mathematically acceptable.

"Give me your home phone number, and I'll talk to them." Turning to the other four, he said, "Are you willing to learn from me?"

Alas, you still know that the four of us are here, thanks to the fact that you don't have dementia. "Teacher Feng, we are willing. It's just that we came twice, and it has nothing to do with the Mathematical Olympiad. This is just..." He Qing said.

"Yang Fan, you see, they all trust me so much, which means that I am not lacking in ability. Don't worry, if you don't get a medal in the Olympiad, I can also recommend you to my university teacher. The total score doesn't matter, as long as you are good enough in mathematics. .I promise."

Feng Yao studied mathematics as a graduate student at Shuimu University. All five students knew that the professors there were all masters of high status. He could plug someone with just a few words. Isn't this back door too easy?

The faces of the four were red, and Yang Fan was also a little moved, hesitating again and again, and said: "Let's wait for the teacher to communicate with my parents."

"Okay, I'll make a call right now. You guys go back first." Feng Yao waved his hand to see the guests off.

Another meaningless training, who expected this result.

Along the way, the four of them sighed and felt that life was gloomy.

Yang Fan is a day student and did not go with them.As soon as I got home, my parents sat solemnly in the living room.

"I'm back. It's been a long time since we had a family meeting. We just talked about it today." Yang Tian turned off the TV and meditated on the sofa.

Just now I received a call from the school claiming to be a math teacher. Yang Tian knew that his son's teacher was surnamed Chen, and this teacher was surnamed Feng. He couldn't treat Feng Jing as Ma Liang. The person also said that he could send the child to Mizuki. zero points.

Does he still know what his boy's grades are?Graduation is probably from a prestigious college, so a college is required.As for attending an ordinary college, it must be between two and three.

Since the collapse of that treasure, the standard of the telephone industry has plummeted.When Yang Tian was still mourning the degeneration of the industry, he received a call from the head teacher.This number is saved in the phone, yes.

When the other party conveyed Teacher Feng's intention, Yang Tian was stunned at the time, this is going to heaven.I hurriedly told my wife, who was also puzzled.I couldn't explain clearly on the phone, and finally, there came a sentence that Yang Fan should know.

"How about it, Mr. Feng is not bad." Mother Song Xiaoli peeled an apple and handed it over.

Taking a hard bite, Yang Fan remembered that since he was ten years old, he was the only one who had ever peeled fruit for them, and the treatment has improved a lot. "It's okay, nice people."

"What?" Yang Tian said cautiously, "What did Teacher Feng say about Mizuki?"

Yang Fan knew that Feng Yao had really called, maybe he had already made a promise.The parents were stimulated temporarily, and the gap was too great.

"I think, Mr. Feng took it for granted, and you all know my ability. It's right to think about this kind of thing. It's really funny, right?"

"What's funny, talk well." Song Xiaoli slapped Yang Fan and hit the head. His father Yang Tian jumped up and said, "The child used to be very smart. If you keep hitting him on the head, there will be sequelae."

"You two, don't pretend to be black and white, what's the point, I don't know you yet.

Well, let me tell you, Mr. Feng recently asked me to study mathematics for graduate students. I have worked hard for the past two days, coupled with online computer materials, and fooled around. He thought I was talented and insisted that I give up other homework.

You know Ye Haoran and Cui Qiming. If I were them, I would definitely agree. Why?They are not afraid, they have the capital.But I am afraid, I am afraid that when it fails, the bamboo basket will be empty. "

"Well, let me just say, there is no such thing as a good thing." Yang Tian was very disappointed. He always thought that his son was outstanding, but when he compared it with other children, he had to face the reality.

"Your head teacher and Mr. Feng both said that you have excellent math talent, so why not. You can't be more serious."

"It's all luck. Didn't you see that I'm cramming recently? I also want to go to Shuimu, but I know that my quality is not good enough."

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Song Xiaoli kept muttering, and after a while, tears seemed to flow down, and he hurried into the room.

The father, who saw it in his eyes, also flashed a trace of sadness, and said: "Son, just be happy and don't be stressed. You also know that we don't care much about your grades, and we have to strive for success." Gently rowing Yang Fan's shoulders, followed Enter the room and go to comfort another person.

Yang Fan was moved, and made up his mind, Mizuki is a fart, if I don't get invitations from more than three Ivy Leagues, I will lose.

(End of this chapter)