Cultivation Shura Field

He realized something and immediately asked, "Does that mean I can copy?"

Song Xingye neither denied nor admitted it, but just said: "You can ask me questions, or you can take my homework...well, for reference."

She seemed to be embarrassed to say the word "copy homework", so she changed it to "reference".

But this made Xu Zhe quite satisfied.

Song Xingye suddenly asked again: "But didn't you say that the teacher won't mark winter vacation homework? So even if you write it randomly, it should be okay, right?"

Xu Zhe shrugged: "That's someone else. You and I are different. Maybe the teacher will want to look at our homework on a whim?"

Song Xingye thought about it and nodded in agreement: "You just got first place in the grade. If the teacher finds out that all your homework is written randomly, she will definitely lose her temper."

Xu Zhe: "Keep writing, it's all up to you then."

The girl couldn't help but roll her eyes: "First in grade, you are really self-aware."

Even though she complained, she had no intention of refusing.

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Chapter 41 041 Make a Fortune in Quiet Place

2023-09-06

Mr. Zhao, who teaches mathematics, walked into the classroom. The appearance of this man suppressed the brief noise.

Teacher Zhao stood on the podium and his eyes were first directed at Xu Zhe.

"Your performance this time was better than I expected. Amazing. Have you thought about what I told you last time? Tell me about it later."

Xu Zhe knew that Mr. Zhao was talking about the provincial Mathematical Olympiad. He was still considering the proposal, but was inclined to agree - after all, the Mathematical Olympiad could save him from a lot of low-level repetitive homework and could also help him win more freedom from parents and teachers.

Then Teacher Zhao's gaze drifted to the back row of the classroom and fixed on a boy who was leaning against the wall with his legs crossed.

"Gao Xuefei, do you know how many points you got in the math test this time?"

"what?"

"Stand up and I'll talk to you. You can also share your learning experience with everyone."

Gao Xuefei scratched the back of his head and stood up, looking confused: "Didn't I fail math?"

Teacher Zhao joked, "Yes, the total score did not pass, but you got all the multiple-choice questions right. There are only two people in our class who got all the multiple-choice questions right, one is Xu Zhe, and the other is you. How come you are so good?"

Gao Xuefei was completely dumbfounded and couldn't find any angle to make excuses.

The students started laughing again, and the classroom was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Gao Xuefei finally came up with an excuse: "Maybe I'm just particularly lucky?"

Teacher Zhao crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Are you lucky? You have a good eye, right? I asked about your seat in the math class, and it was right next to Xu Zhe."

Gao Xuefei touched his nose, then his face, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Teacher Zhao continued, "That's good. At least it shows that your eyesight is pretty good. It doesn't matter if you don't study well, but you can't damage your eyes. Okay, sit down. You didn't get caught this time, but next time you get caught you'll get zero points."

Gao Xuefei could only smile awkwardly and sit back in his chair.

But once he sat down, he saw the students next to him were still laughing, so he bared his teeth viciously, but lowered his voice: "What are you laughing at!"

As for the first row of the classroom, Song Xingye was also whispering.

She asked, "What did Mr. Zhao tell you? What did he ask you to consider?"

Xu Zhe: "He suggested that I take part in the Mathematical Olympiad."

"Ah?" Song Xingye was stunned. "Didn't they say that only high schools have Mathematical Olympiads?"

"Only high schools have national and international ones, while junior high schools only have provincial ones."

"Then you want to participate?"

Xu Zhe pondered and said, "I should participate. Teacher Zhao said that I don't have to do homework if I participate."

"you……"

Song Xingye stared at him, not knowing how to criticize this guy. In her opinion, he was obviously a good student, but he didn't do his winter vacation homework, and he used the Mathematical Olympiad to avoid his regular homework. This was even more rebellious than a bad student!

Xu Zhe: "Why are you staring at me?"

Song Xingye: "Why don't you want to do your homework? You obviously know how to do it."

"Because... next year or the year after, you should know."

Xu Zhe was not deliberately keeping the secret. He estimated that by next year or the year after, the mobile game he made should have at least a prototype. His habit was to produce results first and then brag about them.

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After all teachers had assigned homework, the last teacher to arrive, the history teacher, gave Xu Zhe a message - the mathematics teacher, Mr. Zhao, was waiting for him in the office.

So Xu Zhe came to the teacher's office.

Teacher Zhao picked up the water cup and took a sip, then asked, "How have you thought about it?"

Xu Zhe: "Mathematical Olympiad, sure."

Teacher Zhao: "You have to think it through. Mathematical Olympiad is much more difficult than the textbook."

"It doesn't matter. The most important thing is to participate. This is my first time participating in this kind of competition. I have no experience and I don't know how far I can go. I'll just take it slow."

"You haven't even registered yet, and you're already busy trying to relieve yourself of stress?" Teacher Zhao said with a smile, "It's good to have a calm mindset, but you can't be too calm. Since you're going to participate in the competition, you should prepare well and strive to get a place. You have to have confidence in yourself!"

Xu Zhe nodded vigorously: "I have confidence, I will definitely work hard!"

He doesn't have the confidence to win a place in the Mathematical Olympiad, but he has a lot of confidence in getting preferential treatment in the name of competition.

At this time, Song Xingye also came to the office. It was her class teacher, Ms. Sun, who called her over.

"At the parents' meeting this afternoon, please go on stage and share your learning experience."

The girl said calmly, "Then what should I say? Just study hard and do your homework seriously. Is that okay?"

Teacher Sun: "If you have other tips, that would be great. If not, just briefly explaining it like this is fine."

Song Xingye: "I understand. As for tips, I have a wrong answer book. There's nothing else."

"The wrong answer book is great, you can talk about it," Teacher Sun suddenly turned his gaze to the other side, "By the way, there's you, Xu Zhe, you also have to go on stage at the parents' meeting this afternoon."

Xu Zhe was stunned: "Me?"

He had never had this kind of experience before. But with his current achievements, there was really no one more qualified than him to come on stage and share his learning experience.

The question is how to share this experience?

'Parents, if your children finish their undergraduate studies first, they don't need high scores, they just need to understand the basics, then it will be very easy for them to look back at the junior high school knowledge...'

Of course he couldn't say that. So, if he really got on the podium, what could he say?

Xu Zhe fell into deep thought.

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When I went home for lunch at noon, Xu Zhe suddenly asked at the table: "There will be a parents' meeting this afternoon. Who of you two will go?"

Xu Guowei and Zeng Jing looked at each other.

In the past, the couple would try to push such thankless and troublesome tasks onto each other. As a result, Xu Guowei, who was more capable of pushing, often won, and Zeng Jing attended most of the parent-teacher conferences.

However, this time the situation is different.

Xu Zhe added: "I will be on the podium this afternoon, and the teacher asked me to share my learning experience."

Xu Guowei asked: "By the way, you haven't told us yet, what place did you get in the exam this time?"

"First place."

"Or the best in the class?"

"Yes, first in the whole grade."

Xu Guowei put down his chopsticks and said, "How about this, I'll go to the parents' meeting this afternoon."

Zeng Jing sneered and asked, "I always went before, why did you take the initiative this time?"

Xu Guowei: "What do you mean you were the one who went there before? I've been there many times too!"

Zeng Jing: "Haha, two or three times. You're going today, isn't it just because your son has become a good student, can you brag about it?"

Xu Guowei sighed: "Show off? Am I such a superficial person in your eyes?"

At this time, Xu Zhe interrupted and said, "Why don't you two play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever wins goes."

Zeng Jing curled her lips and said, "Forget it, let your father go. He finally took the initiative to go to a parents' meeting. But you have to keep an eye on him..."

Xu Zhe responded quickly: "Don't worry, I won't let him hook up with other classmates' mothers."

Zeng Jing was stunned: "Ah? I said don't let him talk nonsense and embarrass himself, what are you thinking?"

Xu Guowei also asked: "What are you thinking about, kid?"

Xu Zhe: "...Nothing, really nothing."

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Chapter 42 042 Annual Rings

2023-09-06

In the afternoon, the parent-teacher meeting began.

The head teacher, Mr. Sun, was standing on the stage giving a lecture, and a group of middle-aged people in their forties were sitting below the stage listening, with a few of them taking notes seriously. This scene looked a little funny.

Xu Zhe stood in an empty seat at the last row of the classroom and laughed silently.

Song Xingye beside him asked softly, "What are you laughing at?"

Xu Zhe: "These parents behave better than their children in the classroom."

Song Xingye: "The parent-teacher conferences have always been like this. And they will be very polite to you and use you as an example to train their own children."

Xu Zhe glanced at the girl: "You are very experienced in this kind of thing, right?"

Song Xingye blinked: "Since the first grade of elementary school, no, since kindergarten, I have been the one who got the most red flowers."

Xu Zhe: "I admire you. You are totally different from me. But I think your style is particularly suitable for being a disciplinary... uh no, disciplinary committee member."

Of course, this class also has a monitor, a discipline committee member, and representatives of each subject. However, the number of these class leaders is determined at the beginning of each semester and then implemented for the entire semester. At the beginning of the first semester, no one knew that Xu Zhe could firmly occupy the top position of the top student, and he had no interest in the position of class leader, so naturally it was not his turn.

Song Xingye said: "Actually, Teacher Sun asked me about this when school started. But I said that I had just entered junior high school and wanted to study hard first, so I asked her not to assign me any tasks."

Xu Zhe: "Have you ever been a teacher in elementary school?"

Song Xingye: "Yes, I have been a class monitor and a Chinese class representative. But I have never been a discipline committee member, because that requires a loud voice and the ability to control others. No matter how you look at it, I don't look like that kind of person."

Xu Zhe nodded to show his understanding.

At this time, the teacher was still talking about the learning differences between junior high school students and elementary school students, including the academic content and pressure.

Song Xingye suddenly said, "I think the teacher may have something to do for us."

Xu Zhe: "What?"

Song Xingye explained, "Because our grades are relatively stable now, and you did so well in the exam this time. It's normal to rearrange the class cadres next semester and let you be the monitor or something like that?"

Xu Zhe shook his head repeatedly: "Forget it."

He really didn't want to be a class monitor. This semester, his interpersonal relationships in the class were barely passable, and he had barely spoken to most of his classmates. After all, there was a gap in their mental age.

He was okay with good students like Song Xingye because they were not noisy. However, other classmates, both boys and girls, were full of wild ideas in their conversations that made him feel ashamed - or to put it another way, their middle school spirit was really a bit aggressive, making it difficult for this old man to hold back.

Song Xingye asked slightly curiously: "Why don't you want to be a class leader? With your grades, no one can compete with you. And I think you usually study very easily. If you become a class monitor, it won't affect you." Are you going to study?"

Xu Zhe: "Of course it will affect me. As a class leader, I have extra tasks at school, so it's not convenient for me to do my homework in advance."

Song Xingye: "Can't you just go home and do your homework?"

Xu Zhe shook his head.

But before he could make an excuse, Song Xingye said, "Because you have things to do when you go home, right? So what exactly are you going to do? Last time you told me that you would see results next year or the year after, so what exactly are they going to do?"