The Sick Villain Just Want to Live

16

Shao Ming's drama mode didn't last long. Seeing that his tablemate was speechless, he stared at him in a daze, he accepted his bitter face with kindness, sat up straight and said, "Which question can't be done? "

Zhu Tong: "…"

He pushed the math test paper over in silence.

is a function problem.

Given a vector, find the sin value.

Shao Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, "Bring the draft here."

Zhu Tong Yiyan handed him the draft.

Shao Ming took the pen and began to write the steps to solve the problem.

His fingers are slender, and the five fingers are flexed to show the more distinct joints, and the hand-controlled welfare is like a real life.

Zhu Tong couldn't hold back his eyes and stared back at the draft when Shao Ming started to speak.

Although Shao Ming's speech was not in tune, he was methodical in his speech.

Every time he wrote down a step in the scratchpad, he stopped to explain it in detail.

Zhu Tong followed his steps to solve the problem, his thoughts gradually became clearer, and his face gradually revealed a glimpse.

After solving a problem, Shao Ming put down his pen: "Try to solve it yourself."

Zhu Tong nodded and took the draft back.

He opened the page that Shao Ming had written, and solved the problem again on a new page.

"Well, that's a good solution."

"…"

Zhu Tong tilted his head and saw that his deskmate supported his head again with one hand, and looked at him with a lazy smile as he did the question.

Zhu Tong felt a sense of accomplishment, and his eyes seemed to be shining.

Shao Ming agreed: "You can remember your knowledge, but you don't know how to use it."

When he lectures on topics, this person is very knowledgeable, and the basics are still ok.

Zhu Tong said: "Then what should we do?"

Shao Ming: "Just do more questions."

Zhu Tong nodded and said, "Thank you."

His attitude was very serious, and his eyes were very firm. Shao Ming couldn't help laughing, "I love learning so much, did you write questions before?"

Zhu Tong said: "I do it occasionally in school, but rarely in the hospital."

In his former school, the whole class was full of rich second-generation students, and there were scumbags everywhere, and the teacher didn't even leave homework after school.

Not to mention in the hospital, eleven out of ten people who came to see him would tell him to take a good rest.

academic performance? what is that?

Nobody cares.

So indulge for a while and make up the crematorium.

He sighed with emotion, but did not notice that his deskmate's eyes darkened.

Occasionally in school, rarely in hospital.

What about... at home?

Sounds like more time in the hospital than at home.