Ying Shao is a Girl

The days are dull and fast.

In the blink of an eye, the final exams in mid-January are coming.

It's the last day.

The final exam is coming, can the holiday be far behind?

Whether you are a low-achieving student who is cramming for a while or a top student who seizes the time to continue to check for omissions and fill in the gaps, you will review carefully on the last day.

Except for those who are extremely talented, it doesn't matter whether they review or not, they can still do well in the exam.

As the first aristocratic school in the imperial capital, Saintilan has many students with high IQs. They have good family backgrounds, high IQs, and good looks, but they work harder than ordinary people. Most of them will not allow themselves to waste their talents and time. They will work hard to make themselves better and stand at a higher place.

Instead of repeating the same mistakes and hurting Zhongyong's sorrow.

Society is often like this. Good people are unwilling to lag behind, while bad people are willing to degenerate.

So the good will get better and the bad will get worse.

"Is there a final exam tomorrow?"

Ying Junchu, who was typing quickly on the laptop keyboard, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

I asked the young man who was immersed in his review this sentence.

Since giving Ling Yiche math lessons, she asked Ling Yiche to come to the study room whether he was doing homework or reading. Sometimes she would watch him do math test questions because she also worked in the study room.

One is studying and the other is working. Except when explaining the topic, the two of them do not disturb each other.

Concentrating on what you are doing is quite a bit like the tranquility of time.

"Oh, yes."

The boy nodded.

"Well, then you should review carefully."

"Pay special attention to math."

If there is no progress, this guy is doomed.

She spends so much time every day trying to teach him math. If he doesn't make progress but regresses, she will be very upset.

Maybe even hit someone.

"Okay, I'm reviewing math..."

"Chuchu, there is a question that I don't quite understand. Can you explain it to me?"

Ling Yiche rarely took the initiative to ask her questions, especially mathematics, and would not often ask her questions if she didn't understand them, because he was afraid that if he asked too many questions, Chuchu would find him annoying.

"good."

Ying Junchu agreed immediately.

He stood up and walked to the young man's side, casually pulled up a chair next to him, then sat down to read the questions, and then explained them to him in detail.

Her clear and cold voice was scattered in the thick night.

…

"That's it, do you understand?"

The young man looked at the white paper densely covered with her elegant and elegant handwriting, and was slightly lost in thought.

It took a while to react.

"Yeah, I understand, thank you Chuchu."

"Really understand?"

Ying Jun's cool tone was filled with doubts.

"You were distracted just now."

She didn't use a question, but a statement. She was very sure that Ling Yiche must have been distracted just now.

"I... really understand."

Chuchu told him several methods. He understood the first two, but he didn't like the third one so much, so he didn't listen much, so he could barely understand it.

"OK."

Ying Junchu was too lazy to dwell on it anymore. He just understood what he said. Anyway, he would be the one taking the test and he would be the one who got the questions wrong.

Nothing will happen to her.

"Go to bed early tonight, there won't be a mental exam until tomorrow."

Ying Junchu reminded him kindly.

Ying Junchu was not worried about other subjects at all. Ling Yiche was better in other subjects, with perfect scores or close to perfect scores.

Just math…

A difficult problem.

But now it's much better than before. When she was explaining the problem to Ling Yiche, she discovered a strange phenomenon.

She found that Ling Yiche's mathematical thinking could not be opened up at all. Although he could barely get around 120 points in the exam, he was still following the example and did not form his own complete mathematical thinking.

It's like there is a missing muscle in mathematics.