Cultivation Shura Field

Xu Zhe explained: "Because it's something else. She and I talked to the teachers of other classes and tried to reduce the homework burden in the future."

Song Xingye blinked: "What do you mean? You don't have to do your homework in the future?"

Xu Zhe: "Of course, it's not that I don't write at all, I just write less. For example, I can skip weekend homework, or homework that takes too long and has little meaning. Of course, I still have to do my regular homework. You see, I was still doing my homework during the break just now."

Song Xingye was stunned for a few seconds and murmured, "This is the top student in the grade..."

"Not only am I number one in the grade," Xu Zhe interrupted, "the key is that I also signed up for the Mathematical Olympiad, and I signed up in the first year of junior high school. I'm the only one who did that."

The girl lowered her head and was silent for a long time.

At this time, Teacher Sun happened to say: "Student Song Xingye, do you want to sign up as class monitor or discipline committee member?"

The girl raised her little face and shook her head.

Teacher Sun continued to ask several other good students.

Song Xingye turned his head slightly and asked softly, "Then you don't need to borrow homework from me anymore, right?"

"Yes, the workload is usually not heavy, so there is no need to delay."

But after he finished speaking, for some reason, the girl sighed quietly.

----

On the first weekend of the new semester, Xu Zhe got up early, turned on his computer to get it busy, and then went out.

He went to school.

He walked into the junior high school building, went upstairs, and found Teacher Lu's office. Then Teacher Lu took him to a classroom.

Before entering, he glanced at the sign on the door - Class 3-4, Junior High School.

There were already eight students sitting in the classroom, all of them seemed to be in the second and third grades. They sat in their respective seats, and when they heard the door open, they all looked at the old teacher who came in, and the boy who followed behind.

Teacher Lu walked up to the podium and said, "This is our new student Xu Zhe. He will study with you this semester to prepare for the competition in July. Let me tell you first, Xu Zhe is only in the first grade of junior high school, but he has already passed the basic test and has a foundation for studying Olympiad mathematics. Even though he is younger than all of you, he is not weaker than you at all."

While the old teacher was speaking, Xu Zhe stood next to the podium, his eyes swept over several seniors, and only lingered on Shen Lan who was sitting by the window for half a second.

"Okay, Xu Zhe, take a look, which position do you like?"

The classroom, which usually holds 40 or 50 people, now only has a few students, so it naturally seems very empty. Everyone is separated from the others by a little distance, and no one sits next to each other like a deskmate.

There are so many empty seats. If you just pick one...

"Sit by the window." Xu Zhe pointed to the seat behind Shen Lan.

Teacher Lu: "Okay, please sit down. We are about to start the class."

The seat Xu Zhe chose was indeed closer to Shen Lan, but not next to her. Instead, it was behind her, separated by two rows of desks.

Teacher Lu started the lecture.

Soon, Xu Zhe realized the advantages of this extremely sparse seating - people basically would not affect each other, and their sitting postures could be more casual and relaxed.

He quickly immersed himself in Teacher Lu's teaching content.

Compared with the usual courses, this kind of competition and improvement course is finally somewhat challenging.

----

Teacher Lu’s class was halfway through and he gave everyone a break of ten minutes.

Shen Lan took out a bottle of mineral water from the drawer and drank two sips. When she screwed the cap on, a boy with a plain but arrogant look came over, stood beside her desk, leaned over slightly, and spoke to her in a low voice.

"Do you know that first grade kid named Xu Zhe?"

The boy who was talking was Wei Junkun, and like her, he was a student in the third grade and fourth grade. In fact, Teacher Lu was also the math teacher of the third grade and fourth grade, so he chose this place as the classroom for the competition team.

Shen Lan's answer was simple: "Yes, I know him."

Wei Junkun asked again: "Who is he? I mean, are you familiar with him?"

Shen Lan: "It's just so-so."

Wei Junkun probed: "I just noticed that he was sitting behind you and seemed to be staring at you several times... So what is your relationship?"

Shen Lan sighed and asked, "What does it have to do with you?"

Wei Junkun was speechless and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Shen Lan felt a little funny. She could tell at a glance what the boy in front of her was up to. How could he think he could hide it? Those little tricks to try to get closer seemed childish and a little ridiculous to her.

On the contrary, Xu Zhe's words and actions are much more mature, making it difficult for people to see through him...

Thinking of this, Shen Lan subconsciously wanted to look back. But before she could do anything, Wei Junkun spoke again.

"Do you think this Xu Zhe can really keep up with us?"

Shen Lan: "You can ask him if he has the confidence."

Wei Junkun touched his nose and said, "I'm just a little curious. He's only in the first grade and he's already participating in this competition... If he can really make it, then wouldn't the second and third grades be very easy?"

"Getting a place in the Mathematical Olympiad is just a bonus. You still have to take the high school entrance exam. Since you are so curious about him, let me ask for you."

Shen Lan said this, turned around and snapped her fingers at Xu Zhe.

Her finger snaps were loud and the movements were quite graceful.

Xu Zhe: “?”

Shen Lan asked: "You have also attended a class, how do you feel?"

Xu Zhe: “It feels okay.”

Shen Lan smiled: "What does 'okay' mean?"

Wei Junkun couldn't help but ask: "Are you really a genius?"

Xu Zhe said calmly: "Aren't all of you who can sit here geniuses, including you, senior."

Although the attitude of the junior student in front of him was very peaceful, Wei Junkun felt a little unhappy for some reason. It was as if he was being treated like a child?

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Chapter 63 063 Magic

2023-09-06

Nowadays, all teachers have told the class representatives that they don't need to collect Xu Zhe's weekend homework. But this doesn't mean that he really has no homework to do on weekends.

Because Mr. Lu’s competition intensive class would arrange homework, they usually attended classes in the morning and went back to do exercises in the afternoon.

So when the competition was dismissed at noon, Xu Zhe, who was participating in the competition for the first time, got a thin test paper. There were only a few questions on it, only four big questions. But just by taking a look at it, he realized that these things were not simple.

There are complex and dizzying spatial geometry problems, inexplicable number series problems, and brain-teaser functions...

When Xu Zhe got home, he went back to his bedroom to exercise his mind.

The first three questions were easy, but the fourth question, which was the most difficult, was something I couldn't finish until dinner time.

"Xiaozhe, it's time for dinner." Zeng Jing knocked on the door, pushed it open and saw her son still studying with a frown on his face.

She couldn't help but feel a little distressed. After all, she didn't know that the boy had a laptop hidden in his bedroom, so he could relax and rest from time to time. She only knew that the child had been busy studying since he came home at noon, and he was still working hard now.

Xu Zhe muttered: "This question is really..."

Zeng Jing: "Don't study anymore, take a rest. Do you want me to bring you that PSP game console?"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Zhe suddenly turned his head and looked at his mother.

The two looked at each other in silence for several seconds.

Zeng Jing: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Xu Zhe: "I was thinking about what you just said, it seems a bit absurd."

Other families control their children's games, fearing that they will play for one more minute and study for one less minute. But now in my family, it seems to be the other way around?

Could it be that in the eyes of my parents, I really have left the impression of being a hard-working person?

Zeng Jing said helplessly: "That's because you've been studying here for the whole afternoon. Have some fun and relax."

Xu Zhe: "This is the last question. Just do your thing first. Don't worry about me. I'll be right out."

Zeng Jing turned around and walked into the living room.

Xu Guowei was still lying on the sofa watching TV. The screen was replaying the Champions League match, with Barcelona leading Lyon. He already knew the result of the match, so he didn't pay much attention at this time and just watched listlessly.

Zeng Jing kicked her husband's calf lightly: "Your son is still studying, doing his homework in the room."

Xu Guowei: “Isn’t this good?”

Zeng Jing: "It's been the whole afternoon, and you don't even have time to rest."

Xu Guowei pondered and said, "It's true... If you had told me at this time last year that our children were so busy studying that we couldn't even pull them apart, I would have thought you were crazy."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Zeng Jing glared at her husband.

Xu Guowei knew that he couldn't be lazy anymore, so he had to get up and open the door.

When I opened the door, I saw that the person standing at the door was Tang Lingfei.

Xu Guowei: "Fei Fei, are you here to play with Xu Zhe? He is still studying now, why don't you come in and wait for him."

As soon as Tang Lingfei entered the room, she took out her slippers very consciously - there was no need for anyone else to help her, as she could find the slippers she wanted to wear no matter where they were in the shoe cabinet, with her eyes closed.

Zeng Jing came over and asked, "Here is a PSP. Do you want to play with Xu Zhe later?"

Tang Lingfei was pleasantly surprised: "Is it really possible?"

Zeng Jing smiled and said, "Of course. Xu Zhe hasn't come out yet, you can play by yourself first..."

Before she could finish, the girl smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Auntie!"

Zeng Jing turned to her husband and said, "Look, this is a normal child!"

Xu Guowei nodded and agreed with it.

Just when the door was not closed yet, footsteps were heard outside, and then Tang Wanghai appeared at the door, panting.

He grabbed his daughter's head and said, "You really came here!"

Tang Lingfei shrank her neck and tried to hide, but unfortunately she failed.

Xu Guowei said with a smile: "The children are here now, you can't just take them back like this, right? Come in and sit down with them."

Tang Wanghai shook his head slightly and said politely subconsciously: "No, no..."

Zeng Jing: "The food will be ready soon, sit down and have a taste."

Tang Wanghai looked carefully and noticed that the apron was worn by Zeng Jing, not Xu Guowei or Xu Zhe, and he immediately had an idea.

"Really, no, my wife has already cooked. It's just that this girl didn't obey and ran out. Catch her back. We have to eat right away. I won't bother you. Enjoy your meal!"

Before her father finished speaking, Tang Lingfei said, "No, my mother obviously didn't—"

Before the girl could finish her words, her father covered her mouth and dragged her away.

The door closed again.

Zeng Jing stood there and pondered for two seconds, and suddenly became a little angry. She turned around and stared at her husband, and asked coldly: "What do you mean, brother?"

Xu Guowei looked innocent: "What did you say?"

Zeng Jing: "He saw that I was the one cooking, so he wouldn't stay. If it was you, he would stay and eat for free, right?"

Xu Guowei scratched his head: "Not necessarily. If Xu Zhe cooks, he should also keep it."

Zeng Jing: "...You do it next time! You all dislike me cooking, so just do it, don't let me enter the kitchen!"

Xu Guowei patted his wife's shoulders and coaxed her, "No, no, you cook the best. You are the chef, so why should I cook..."

When Xu Zhe walked out of the bedroom, he saw his parents being affectionate with each other.

Xu Guowei quickly changed the subject by using his son as an excuse: "Look, Xiaozhe is out. Let's get ready to eat. The ribs should be almost done. I'll go collect the sauce. You take a rest."

Zeng Jing untied her apron and threw it to her husband, but her eyes were on her son. Her expression changed from gloomy to bright, and she asked with a smile: "Did you finish the last question?"

Xu Zhe thought for a moment and said, "Tathagata."

Zeng Jing: “?”