Zhao Yang didn't find the last big question on the last paper difficult when he took it, at least it wasn't a super difficult question that tests extreme thinking. After doing it, he found it was indeed a bit cumbersome, but he didn't take it too seriously.
But now after reading the answer given by this classmate Mu, I feel that I was wrong.
This problem can really be solved by combining numbers and shapes. His first reaction at the time was also to combine numbers and shapes, but he was still confused by the problem itself, ruled out the simplest and most correct solution, and stepped into a trap.
Zhao Yang couldn't help but feel a little depressed, very slightly.
Not long after, Mu Qingyun returned to her seat. Within a moment of sitting down, she felt Zhao Yang and Zhang Lan glance at her several times.
"..."
Did you disturb others?
Mu Qingyun secretly thought, the students in No. 1 Middle School are usually very polite, except when they bump into the High School Affiliated to Normal University, they just think about it casually, come back to their senses, and then immerse themselves in studying again.
Zhang Lan still didn't say anything until she got home, opened all the test papers she got back from the library, read them carefully, and did them again, but she still couldn't figure it out.
"I remember she wasn't good at school."
When classmate Mu and her sister passed the No. 1 Middle School exam, she only passed the No. 13 Middle School exam, and it was spread in the community for a long time.
His grandma listened to her grandson's muttering, put on her reading glasses and sat over. She was amazed for a while, "This kid from the Mu family has a very good brain and a solid foundation."
Zhang Lan is also in the family home of No. 2 Middle School. Most of the people living in the community are teachers from No. 2 Middle School. They are colleagues and have better relations with neighbors than other commercial communities.
Sun Xiaomei often hints outside that her husband's ex-wife's daughter is uneducated and disobedient. The neighbors have basically heard this.
Grandma Zhang Lan is also a teacher. She didn't believe Sun Xiaomei's words in the past. Now after seeing the test paper her grandson got back, she doesn't believe a word of it.
"This is where the stepmother is in charge. Alas, the child is pitiful."
Grandma Zhang Lan shook her head and rubbed her hands at her unconvinced grandson, "Boy, don't you see? People don't answer these questions randomly. In the first few papers, she used all these solutions. Some of the most basic knowledge points are based on junior high school content. The problem-solving methods seem cumbersome, and in some places there are deliberate detours. This all tells you to develop a solid foundation."
"Following on, her ideas for solving problems became lighter and more flexible each time. The last paper, tsk, look, such a complicated question, three auxiliary lines, perfectly solved, her thinking is not as quick as those in my class. A few clever little guys."
Grandma Zhang Lan was full of appreciation, "I have to tell Teacher Mu that this is a good seedling and cannot be delayed."
Zhang Lan: "..."
Mu Qingyun didn't know that she was just doing the test questions, and by the way, she helped Wang Mengmeng correct the test paper, and she even came up with such a story.
Now she just feels that her stepmother, Sun Xiaomei, is getting more and more weird every day.
I'm afraid I can't stay in this house any longer.
Mu Qingyun looked at Sun Xiaomei's uncertainty, and Sun Xiaomei was also very angry.
Recently, she always felt that the neighbors and colleagues in the community looked at her a little strangely, and a few people who played well on weekdays, like Xiao Du downstairs, actually came to make some secret remarks, saying that although she was a stepmother, she was still a stepmother. Don't be too unreliable in what you do. Don't ruin the reputation of the daughter you left behind all day long. If you make too much noise, she will look ugly.
Sun Xiaomei couldn't help but feel resentful. Why are these people so gossipy? What does her family's affairs have to do with others!
She really couldn't bear it. Mu Qingyun was acting like an uncle at home now. She only did her own cooking and cleaning her own balcony. She was asked to do something. She was just like a deaf person, not listening to a word. .
She didn't even care about serving the old man and the old lady as before. In the evening, when the old man called from the next building and asked someone to come over and bring him tea, she pretended not to hear him. If she had called him herself, she would have made a fuss and made a fuss. Even Aizhen and Aibao cannot sleep.
Pooh!
If you don't surrender this girl, won't she go to heaven?
…
Mu Qingyun was so confused about Sun Xiaomei's state of mind that she studied the exercise books and test papers for two days in a row, and actually brushed all the test papers she had in hand.
She even repeated some interesting questions two or three times using various methods.
There is another message in the WeChat group urging payment of the new semester's material fee.
Mu Qingyun was silent.
She remembered that before school started, she had spent a long time mentally building up, and finally asked her father for the tuition. Her father had promised well and said he would give it to her before paying the tuition, but he still forgot.
Fortunately, Mu Qingyun was very good at planning ahead. She took on some errand work during the summer and saved some money. Her mother gave her some more, and she finally saved up for tuition and fees.
"Money is a good thing."
She really didn't want to reach out to Mu Siping, even though it was her father.
"I really can't change my bad habit of saving face."
It’s really inefficient to just run errands in your spare time. Besides, you can’t take orders every day when you’re free.
She kept thinking and thinking, until she thought of the library.
"How to make money?"
Wang Mengmeng was a little confused, but it was rare for Qingyun to be distressed, so she tried to think hard, "My aunt had a fight with her boss a while ago and resigned. Later, she took some jobs in the community service group to cook and provide nutrition for the elderly and children. For meals, it seems like all you have to do is apply for a health certificate."
"Cook?"
Mu Qingyun pondered for a moment and felt that he could try it.
Her cooking skills are very good.
Over the years, her grandparents had been in poor health and had poor appetite, so she racked her brains to think of ways to cook delicious meals, and also learned to make medicated meals to nourish their bodies.
Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao were tired from studying. Her grandparents kept nagging about this matter, and she also spent a lot of time studying home-cooked dishes.
In this way, she is still a useless person who eats for nothing.
Mu Qingyun clicked her tongue. She didn't want to know, but she was shocked when she thought about it. She had worked hard in every possible way for more than a year, but it was all for others.
Wang Mengmeng was full of action. While picking up her mobile phone to contact her aunt, she urged Mu Qingyun to go to the No. 2 Middle School Affiliated Hospital to apply for an expedited health certificate.
In the early morning, the electronic version of the health certificate was released.
"Here, take a photo of your ID card and upload your health certificate. Name, Mu Qingyun, education, uh, junior high school?"
I haven’t graduated from high school yet, but that’s not junior high school.
"Introduction... I need to brag about this. I have ten years of experience in cooking. I am proficient in nutrition. Well, I am also good at studying. I can help students from elementary school to high school with their homework."
Mu Qingyun: "Huh?"
"Oh, you don't know, this one is definitely popular. My aunt hires a part-time worker. As soon as she heard that she can help children with their homework, she immediately hired her. You spend one price and get two kinds of services. It's beautiful!"
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Zhang Lan: "Pfft, cough." He quickly turned around and covered his mouth, for fear of letting Mu Qingyun and Wang Mengmeng hear.
Zhao Yang: "..."
Glancing at Wang Mengmeng's cell phone, he wrote down his job number and forwarded it.
He didn't know if Mu Qingyun's cooking was delicious, but she was definitely capable of tutoring her homework.
