Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Chapter 19.1 - Zhu Zhixing

translator: xiin

Pretending to be a study god felt great for a while, but he'd be dead by the time the monthly exams came.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Song Yu pulled out a physics test paper and began to study physics.

Ma Xiaoding was restless. When he saw Song Yu switch to this 'Compulsory Physics I' exercise book, he looked very excited, "Brother Yu, you've finally given up mathematics?"

Song Yu had just opened up the first page and felt that there was a problem with his words. The corner of his lips turned down, "Your words should be more respectful. What do you mean, given up?"

Only now did Ma Xiaoding react to this. Brother Yu also had the identity of a study god in A City. He immediately felt ashamed, "Oh, I'm so stupid! Brother Yu must have mastered it thoroughly already."　

Xi Bowen was full of enthusiasm, "Brother Yu, do you have any recommended methods for learning mathematics?"

Song Yu raised his eyes briefly. Although he wasn't a study god in his previous life, his grades hadn't been bad. He perfunctorily used the old but practical advice, "Take notes seriously, learn to summarize, and be good at generalization. Ask if you don't understand; don't leave any loopholes in your knowledge."

Otherwise, you will suffer in senior three.

Ma Xiaoding was dissatisfied. "Brother Yu, your words are no better than saying nothing."

Song Yu rolled his eyes, "That's you being hopeless!"

Xie Sui's pen paused and he laughed briefly.

He'd thought that Song Yu would share some strange learning methods. After all, he was someone who wanted to challenge Lagrange after just graduating from junior high. He hadn't expected his advice to be so moderate.

Ma Xiaoding was still chattering on, "If you ask me, mathematics is an anti-human existence. In particular, functions have the world's greatest malice towards me. I bent over to pick up a pen during junior high, and could never understand this class again."

Xi Bowen disdained him, "Then how did you get into No. 1?"

Ma Xiaoding was a little proud and puffed up his chest, "My Chinese is good! Have you never seen a study god who is partial to liberal arts?"

Xi Bowen: "......."

Was his language good.

Based on his 'Ten years, dead and living dim and draw apart.'?

Ma Xiaoding couldn't stop himself from going on, "Although I usually look like a gangster, I'm still a literary youth in my bones. I especially like reciting poems. If I were in ancient times, I should be a swordsman who would read a poem for every person he killed. I would punish evil and promote good, and be badass and stylish."

"Let me recite some poems for you..."

Ma Xiaoding latched onto his desk mate and started his own personal show.

Xi Bowen: "......."

He felt that if he continued listening to him recite, his language and understanding of written poetry would be in danger.

Song Yu no longer paid them any attention and began to study quietly.

After spending the night studying and finishing a physics test paper, he was able to find sufficient confidence.

"I think my talent may lie with physics."

After comparing the answers and capping his pen, Song Yu let out a sigh.