"Why are you scolding people all of a sudden?" Song Xiyun felt aggrieved.

However, stupidity is not a genetic disease, right?

It is said that hitting someone is not a slap in the face, so how can you bring harm to your family if you curse someone?

"Who scolded you? I just asked you if you have a genetic disease." Jiang Nian was speechless. "This is because I care about you. Do you understand?"

She seemed to be thinking the same thing, and after thinking for a moment, she shook her head.

"No."

As he finished speaking, an answer emerged in Jiang Nian's mind.

The calculation is correct.

Jiang Nian's heart moved, and he secretly thought that this skill can really be used like this? Everything can be checked, right? Okay, okay.

It’s time to take the public exam, bro.

Starting from the village chief, working towards the goal of retirement.

However, I am asking about the system.

The verification process is actually a set of logical procedures. This proves that the verification results are objective and not what Song Xiyun thinks subjectively.

In other words, she does not have a genetic disease.

Now that the calculation skills have entered the three-day cooling period, Jiang Nian didn't think much about it anymore. As long as it wasn't a congenital disease, we'll look at it later.

It may be related to eating habits or experiencing injuries and accidents.

If you can avoid it, avoid it. Even if you can't avoid it...\n. No matter how bad it is, you won't make the same mistake again because of money.

"Did you bring anything to eat?" Jiang Nian asked.

"without."

"Why don't you even bring food to the meeting? Then what kind of meeting are you holding?"

Song Xiyun:

She remained silent and pretended to be dead.

After a while, she felt an extra bag of something in her pocket. After being stunned for a moment, she reached out and found it was a small bag of nuts.

"Thanks."

After a while, she felt her pocket sinking slightly again. She reached inside and touched it for a while, and found a small bag of seaweed.

Song Xiyun was convinced, "Why did you bring so many snacks to the meeting?"

"What else? Just listen and not eat?"

"Okay." Song Xiyun blushed.

She stared at the small bag of snacks in her hand and thought that Jiang Nian was pretty good when he wasn't fierce, but he was still a little scared...\n:

As for why she was scared when she saw Jiang Nian, she didn't know, but she didn't have much contact with him, and her impression of Jiang Nian was superimposed. He was rich but stupid, and he was a bit cruel.

"Why don't you eat?"

She hesitated for a while and then said.

"Go back to the classroom and break up with Qianqian."

"Damn it, you guys are really...

." Jiang Nian was convinced and was too lazy to talk to Song Xiyun anymore. He was just like a piece of wood.

He could feel that Song Xiyun had a stereotype about him, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Father" always has to bear more.

The conference didn't last long, and it was over in about a little more than one class.

When Jiang Nian left the conference room, he always felt a cold feeling behind him. When he turned around, he saw Yu Zhiyi's eyes were dark and he had a complaining look on his face.

After a few breaths, Yu Zhiyi followed the crowd and caught up with Jiang Nian.

She first glanced at the little girl next to Jiang Nian, then at Jiang Nian, and opened her mouth to speak like an air conditioner vent.

"You value sex over friends, right?"

"That's right! I don't want to say that." Jiang Nian pointed at her and corrected, "You talk nonsense, where do you find friends?"

"You!" Yu Zhiyi couldn't hold himself any longer.

I clearly lent him a physics point-raising secret book at noon, but the man refused to acknowledge it at night.

Looking at Jiang Nian's shameless face, a four-character idiom emerged in her mind.

Just as the meeting was ending, the students passing by all cast curious glances at this two-female-one-male duo, including Zhang Xiaofan.

However, before he could see clearly, Jiang Nian and others disappeared in the crowd of people coming downstairs in the blink of an eye.

Return to the classroom.

Under the incandescent lamp, what comes into view is a blackboard with the answers to the weekly test.

The chemistry class representative was a little anxious and asked twice in five minutes if he had finished copying. He was about to go forward and erase the math answers and replace them with chemistry answers.

"Damn it, why are you so anxious? You can't hold back, can you?" Lin Dong took the lead in the attack, and when he opened his mouth, he slammed into the chemistry class representative.

"No, don't you have to correct the answer in chemistry?" Yin Qidong felt a little lack of confidence, he had already corrected the answer.

Zhou scored full marks in physics and comprehensive chemistry, and he was eager to show off.

The surname Yin is also an extremely rare surname in Zhennan.

Their family came from the Netherlands (a homophonic pronunciation) in the last century, and they claim that their ancestors are half-reigned, which is quite an honor.

One of the most famous incidents is that in the second year of high school, thick smoke erupted in the chemistry laboratory, and the entire class scrambled to escape from the laboratory.

Known as the Great Emperor of Shandu in history, the middle road was blocked by smoke.

Yin Qidong accidentally became the chemistry class representative of Class 3 of the Olympiad in his senior year of high school, but his presence was not strong at ordinary times.

"Damn it, we just came back from the meeting." Lin Dong tied Jiang Nian and Yu Zhiyi into the chariot, "Are you in such a hurry that you can't wait until they finish checking the answers?"

Jiang Nian took out the math test paper from the desk.

I looked down and saw that the originally blank test paper had a small red mark on the right place, and the wrong places were densely filled with steps.

He was slightly in a trance, the handwriting was so easy to recognize. After coming back to his senses, he couldn't help but look at Zhang Ningzhi beside him.

"You corrected it for me?"

"Yeah." Zhang Ningzhi blushed and tucked a strand of hair from her temples behind her ears, "I have nothing to do, it's just convenient."

One thing to say, Zhizhi is quite arrogant.

Jiang Nian was stunned, holding the test paper and pointing to a correction place.

"Why isn't one-half 0.5?"

Zhang Ningzhi took one look and was speechless.

"You clearly wrote the root number 2."

"It is prefixed with factory, and it is reasonable for the black agent to take three-quarters of the commission, so if you get the root number 2, it is actually 0.5."

Zhang Ningzhi:

Yin Qidong's sharp eyes saw from a distance that the test paper in Jiang Nian's hand had clearly been corrected, so he loudly retorted to Lin Dong.

"Jiang Nian has obviously completed the revision, so stop using this nonsense as an excuse!"

He shouted so loudly that the whole class heard him.

Zhang Ningzhi was writing her homework as if nothing had happened, the tips of her ears were reddish.

The second period of evening self-study class.

Li Hua got a box of matches out of nowhere and proudly returned to the classroom to show off to Jiang Nian.

"Fire control, is it worth it or not?"

Jiang Nian raised his eyelids slightly, put down the pen in his hand, and asked.

"Aren't you afraid that Old Liu will catch you?"

"You're so scared!" Ma Guojun came over and said, "Li Hua has never been afraid of teachers since he was a child."

"That's it." Li Hua was immediately made to smile.

"Damn it, isn't this a fire control technique?" Liu Yang walked around from the podium, "Wow, wow, wow, let me open my eyes."

"It's not a big deal, elbow, come with me to the bathroom and have a good time!" Li Hua shouted and led a group of people out of the classroom.

Jiang Nian was convinced.

A joke written by a mentally retarded person who has been thinking hard all night is not as good as the improvisation that a talented player can do at his fingertips.

Jiang Nian didn't go to join in the fun, as the joint entrance exams for the six cities were about to take place.

To be honest, he has a solid foundation of 540. If he takes the exam a little more seriously, it is not too difficult to pass 589.

But if you relax at this time, the exam will be completely ruined.

So, as long as you hold your breath, then...\n.

Destiny is mine!
To be continued...