Million UP School God Plays Me Every Day [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 7 Eating Alone

"No." Xie Lan made a face instantly, bowed his head and flipped through the book.

Dou Sheng continued, "The school has voluntary extra classes every weekend, and it is estimated that registration will be counted soon."

Xie Lan's hands froze.

Dou Sheng added, "There is a basic class in Chinese, but it will conflict with tutoring in mathematics competitions. Do you think about it?"

Xie Lan continued to flip through the book, "Let's talk."

In fact, he was quite moved.

It is a big project to make up the language. Reading and writing is one aspect, and literature accumulation is another aspect. The language cannot be mastered by oneself, and it will be much better if there is a teacher.

The last two sections in the morning are mathematics.

Lao Ma came in with the exam papers of the whole class, and the professionalism of scoring overnight moved the owls to tears. After Che Ziming, the math class representative, tremblingly copied "average score 108" on the blackboard, they cried even louder. .

Lao Ma blew on the goji berries in the thermos cup, and smiled peacefully, "About one-third of the test papers this time are competition-level difficulty, and it is expected to pass the test. This will become a normal state, and everyone should calm down. Today, I will talk about 16 questions to choose to fill in the blanks, and interrupt me at any time if you have any questions."

When Lao Ma gave a lecture, he spoke at a slow speed, with concise and clear logic, and the extension and instruction were just right. Xie Lan raised his eyes and glanced forward, all the elites straightened their backs, even Yu Fei, who had been paralyzed on the wall, sat upright, and put on a pair of glasses, and Dou Sheng also pulled a piece of paper from time to time to write down two words. Pen.

When get out of class is over in the middle, those who go to the toilet go out quietly, and the rest continue to concentrate on doing problems, which is quieter than early self-study.

Xie Lan was shocked by this elite atmosphere when he saw Lao Ma coming over with a smile in his hand holding a thermos.

"I will reserve a place for you in my math competition class on the weekend, don't forget to hand in the form." The old horse said in a low voice.

Xie Lan hesitated, "Teacher, I want to take other classes."

The old horse was taken aback, "Other classes? Don't listen to the math competition?"

Xie Lan bit the bullet and hummed.

"Why?" The old horse looked in disbelief, "Do you know what it means to be violent?"

Xie Lan paused slightly, "I don't really know."

Dou Sheng's stool began to shake.

"You don't want to learn from Dou Sheng to pretend to be stupid." Lao Ma sighed, "Seriously, come, you must come."

Xie Lan tried to make his eyes look more sincere, "Teacher, I only scored 16 in Chinese."

"16 is 16, even if you take the test..." The voice suddenly paused, and the old horse said in a daze, "How much is the test???"

I don't know which one will have a greater impact on Lao Ma, whether he refuses the competition tutoring or gets 16 points in the Chinese test. Anyway, the back of Lao Ma turning away is full of wind and frost.

Che Ziming turned around and comforted, "It's okay, we all take mathematics, and I will borrow your notes later."

Xie Lan could only sigh.