Translator: 549690339
“Teacher,” Zhu Jiaren, holding her backpack and lacking energy, replied to the teacher, “The dormitory’s hot water shuts off early, so I want to go back and wash my hair first. Plus, studying in the dormitory is just the same for me, so just let Ning Xiao and Bai Lian discuss for now.”
“Is that so,” the Class 8 homeroom teacher was silent for a while, then nodded, “The teacher thinks that you, Zhu, could integrate with the group a bit more.’
Zhu Jiaren was somewhat perfunctory and didn’t take it seriously, “l know, teacher.’
After speaking, she left the place.
The Class 8 homeroom teacher watched her departing figure, Zhu Jiaren was grouped with Bai Lian, but now he finally understood why Zhu Jiaren had no answers.
As a teacher tasked with imparting knowledge and solving doubts, he had done all that he should have.
The journey of life still had to be walked by themselves.
The high school entrance exam is a competition with the whole country, not just with people from this school. The grade group unanimously decided on this study group, hoping that they would go further, not just in this prep camp.
If Ren Wanxuan truly wants fairness…
Then let them all show their own magic.
“Momentum must be conserved, so the refractive index at double frequency must match that of the fundamental frequency. Thus when they are both part of the same light beam it’s impossible for them to have the same refractive index…” Jiang Fulai, with his tall figure slightly leaning against the back of the chair, had one hand still on the computer keyboard, his light-colored eyes slightly narrowed, making him look rather formidable.
The sense of nobility was ingrained in his bones, and he spoke calmly and methodically, “Do you understand?”
Bai Lian understood. The topic for tonight was still optics problems. After watching two video lessons along with Jiang Fulai’s explanation and the example problems on her notebook, she had grasped it all – it was actually quite similar to last night’s problem.
The problem was harder than last night’s.
Jiang Fulai spoke rather quickly.
Bai Lian was just about to nod when she subconsciously looked across.
Ning Xiao’s note-taking hand paused; he missed a point.
Tang Ming: .
He missed… quite a few points.
Bai Lian lazily took a pen, her slender fingers writing a line of neat script on the notebook, her chin resting on her arm, “Teacher Jiang, please say it again.”
Jiang Fulai gave the two people across a cold glance, and emotionlessly repeated the explanation.
Ning Xiao finally closed his notebook and heaved a sigh of relief.
Tang Ming didn’t dare to move.
He was still a little short.
Jiang Fulai stared at Tang Ming, leaned back, and in the end couldn’t help asking, “What, did your soul leave your body?”
“Teacher Jiang-” Bai Lian handed him a cup of iced water. Master Jiang held back and went over it once more.
Behind them.
Ming Dongheng, who was playing with Jiang He, struggled to understand and looked away.
About a minute later, he took out his phone and sent a message in the group chat.
Ming Dongheng: [Jiang Shao is explaining a problem to an ordinary high school student.]
Two minutes later, someone leisurely responded.
Xu Nanjing: [lighting a candle.jpg] Jiang Xijue usually ignored him.
Ming Dongheng: [Optics problems. He calmly explained it. Three times.]
In less than ten seconds. Xu Nanjing: [what?]
Xu Nanjing: [Impossible]
Xu Nanjing: [Don’t believe rumors, don’t spread rumors]
Xu Nanjing: [ [Smile]]
Jiang Xijue:
[Jiang Xijue initiated a group video call]
The sound of WeChat’s video invitation to call rang out, and Ming Dongheng quickly hung up to avoid disturbing the three high school students studying.
[Jiang Xijue invited you to a video call] Hang up.
[Jiang Xijue invited you to a video call] Hang up.
[Jiang Xijue invited you to a video call]
Turn off the phone!!
All was quiet.
Ming Dongheng heaved a sigh of relief, holding his phone, thoughtfully looking at Bai Lian.
Feeling like he’d made a clever discovery.
Across from him, Jiang He was speechless.
Bai Lian still went to eat only after the explanations were finished; Jiang He had to wait for her every day so they could eat together.
Seeing her go to eat, Jiang Fulai’s gaze shifted slightly from the computer, his voice still cold, “What are you competing for in your training class this time?” Tang Ming didn’t dare to speak.
Ning Xiao, however, was much calmer, “A spot for the Jiangjing University prep camp app.”
“How many spots did he give?” Jiang Fulai’s fingertips tapped on the keyboard, asking casually.
Ning Xiao didn’t understand who Jiang Fulai meant by “he,” and just exchanged glances with Tang Ming.
Several spots?
That spot was hard to come by; they from Xiangcheng had only gotten one in nearly a decade. And he’s using ‘several’ to describe it?
Was a spot for the Jiangjing University prep camp as common as cabbage?
“Just one,” Ning Xiao replied.
Jiang Fulai!s fingertips paused on the keyboard, and he tilted his head, his usually calm and detached eyes flickered with confusion, “l see,” He nodded.
At half past midnight, the car stopped at the entrance to Purest Street. “I’m here,” Bai Lian got out of the car, standing at the edge of the road..