Hope You've Been Well [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 6 slipped.

    Zhuang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he just said two words: It's over.

    This set of papers is very difficult. The grades of the whole class are lower than usual. This question is even more difficult, and many people do not even do it. Under such circumstances, he was the only one with full marks in the class, like a dark horse running free.

    However, the fact is that at this moment he has not even read the title.

    "Teacher, let's talk about it." Zhuang Fan struggled, "I can't explain it well..." The

    teacher said, "Don't be embarrassed, come up and tell everyone about your problem-solving ideas." Then he looked at the other students, "There are two solutions to this question. Zhuang Fanxin's is different from what I was going to talk about. Everyone, listen carefully.

    " There was only nervousness when standing in front of everyone.

    The teacher smiled and said, "Why do you look like you are dying with generosity? Are you uncomfortable?"

    Zhuang Fanxin explained, "I have a fever." all over.

    Some classmates were discussing in a low voice, probably feeling that Zhuang Fan was grumpy, and the teacher urged him. Zhuang Fan couldn't help, so he said bravely, "I'll tell you how to solve it." After reading the problem-solving steps, thank God Gu Zhuoyan wrote it clearly.

    "Wait." The teacher interrupted him, "Don't just read the steps, talk about your ideas."

    Afraid of what to do, Zhuang Fan was so embarrassed that he stuck his head on top, pouted his lips and was about to cry: "Teacher, I don't think about it now. I'm up..." I

    don't know which live Lei Feng said: "I'm confused." The

    teacher patted Zhuang Fanxin's back and said more understandingly: "It's okay to feel uncomfortable, go back to your seat and drink some water, next time you have a class. Tell everyone about it again."

    As if he had been granted amnesty, Zhuang Fan walked off the podium in a hurry. For the second half of the class, he kept his head down deeply, his face was hot and his bowels were blue with regret.

    Cangtian Mingjian, it was the first time he asked others to do his homework, and he came up with the idea because he was afraid that Gu Zhuoyan would not accept help. If I knew this earlier, why should it be in the first place.

    When the get out of class bell rang, Zhuang Fanxin waited for the rest of the students to leave before moving to the nest. He still had two bottles of medicinal liquid to lose today, so he went directly to the clinic. At noon, there was only one patient, he was infused with fluid, and he was still sitting in the same position as yesterday.

    The doctor on duty gave him a look: "Your face is so red, and it's burning again?"

    Zhuang Fanxin said, "It's hot." It was actually embarrassing. He stared at the ticking infusion tube, the classroom pictures lingering in his mind, replaying frame by frame, made him shiver with embarrassment.

    Why call him up to talk? Why did the whole class do it right?

    Of course it wasn't him who did it right. Zhuang Fan thought about Gu Zhuoyan and felt that that person was very unreal, so he got a full score for what? He took out his mobile phone and edited: "The math paper you helped me with that time got full marks." A