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"Brother Feng! I really can't do this! How to draw auxiliary lines? "

Xia Cifeng leaned against Sheng Yinzhou and grabbed a handful of hair. With a hook in his long hand, he picked up the paper that Zhou Tianshi held up and looked at it in his hand.

Zhou Tianshi pulled a paper towel from the tea table and wiped the nonexistent tears on his face pitifully, "brother Feng, I really can't do this piece of solid geometry."

Xia CI Feng still lazily leans on Sheng Yinzhou, and can spare his mouth to open his mouth while examining the topic, "you can't, I can."

Sheng Yinzhou is still reading the "Tao Te Ching". Hearing the speech, he raised the book to block his face and laughed.

Xia CI Feng raised his hand and waved to Zhou Tianshi. Zhou Tianshi respectfully put the pencil up and said, "brother Feng, please."

When Sheng Yinzhou saw half of the book, he turned his head and took a look at the paper in Xia Cifeng's hand. He drew two strokes with his fingertips under his pen, "here, the auxiliary line is in the back, and we should draw a dotted line."

Xia CI Feng nodded, "I know it's a dotted line."

Sheng Yinzhou put his chin on his shoulder and laughed, "but Dazhou doesn't know. If you draw a solid line like this, he can't understand it."

"Poof."

Zhou Tianshi, who was leaning on the sofa and sitting on the floor, looked at Xia Zifeng and Sheng Yinzhou, who put their heads together and laughed. He beat them both over and over in his heart.

Hum! Die!

Five minutes later, Xia Zifeng straightened out all the auxiliary lines and ideas, waved to Zhou Tianshi and asked him to talk to him in the cross legged posture.

Zhou Tianshi went forward and almost put himself on Xia Cifeng's thigh. He quickly raised his head and looked at Sheng Yinzhou.

When Sheng Yinzhou looked at Zhou Tian, the help in his eyes was too obvious, so he stretched out his hand to push Xia Cifeng's waist and said, "childe, go down to give people a lecture. Don't sit like this. It's not good to bow down to your waist."

Xia Cifeng raised the paper and turned around to give Sheng Yinzhou an angry look. Zhou Tianshi, sitting on the ground, once again called death to him in his heart.

However, this idea was soon dispelled by Xia Xifeng's patient explanation. Although he seems a bit cynical, he is still very patient in his topic as a school bully who has been ranking first and second in grade for a long time.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Tianshi held the paper and bowed to the summer wind in the continuous "ah" sound, "thank you, brother Feng

In this way, Zhou Tianshi Leng stayed at Sheng Yinzhou's house until five o'clock in the afternoon.

After writing a math paper, he wanted to play games with Xia Cifeng, but seeing that Sheng Yinzhou cleaned up his apron and seemed ready to cook, he immediately took his mobile phone and took out the Chinese paper.

"Brother Zhou! Can I stay for dinner

The summer Ci, which is reciting ancient Chinese poems, is not popular! Heaven will come down to the great responsibility of these people. First of all, they must painstakingly work their hearts and bones, starve their bodies and skin, and stir their actions in disorder. Therefore, they will have a heart and a heart, and gain what they can't do. "

Zhou Tianshi didn't know whether he was talking to himself or scolding himself, holding only half of the paper to sell Meng.

"Well, why?"

Zhou Tianshi saw Sheng Yinzhou take out a big bag from the refrigerator. It was like noodles.

"Oh, I don't think the following one is appropriate?" Zhou Tianshi took out the paper and patted it on the tea table. "No, no, no, it doesn't matter. I'm very casual. I can eat anything. What, brother Zhou, lay an egg for me?"

"Next ball!" Lying on the sofa, Xia Zifeng kicked in the past, "that's the noodles my parents kneaded yesterday. Dare you eat them?"