After experiencing the Chinese language class, which was like taking a political class, Xiangchuan prepared to face the math class with a feeling of resignation. The reason why he missed the 211 and 985 level prestigious schools in his previous life was that he failed in mathematics.
Kagawa opened the teaching page of the terminal, clicked on the math program, stared at the screen for ten seconds, then turned to ask Liang Gong in a low voice: "Yang Gong, our mathematics...is all high school mathematics this difficult?"
"Huh? Yes...ah, you mean the difficulty, right?" Liang Gong glanced at the podium. The teacher didn't notice it, but just in case, he lowered his voice lower: "It's a compulsory course in high school and college. The mathematics difficulty of the subjects is in line with the average level of students, and mathematics focuses on numerical results rather than processes... If you want to study more in-depth, you can join a mathematics club or a university's mathematics major. It is said that the mathematics majors of various universities The joint group will soon begin to conquer the seven ancient mathematical problems..."
Seeing that the topic was about to get longer, Xiangchuan quickly stopped: "Okay, okay, just tell me here. I have no intention of studying mathematics."
Looking at the course content on the screen that looked like junior high school math questions, and recalling the last Chinese language class that was as verbose as a politics class, Kagawa really couldn't evaluate the difficulty of modern subjects for a while.
I opened the edge window and looked at the course schedule. The semester course schedule has been updated into the students' teaching program. The course distribution is still quite scattered. Compared with the 21st century, there is no English (because the language has been unified, there is no "foreign language" concept), no politics (because Chinese classes are almost all about politics), no physical education (because the whole afternoon is club activities), other Chinese, mathematics, history and physics are still very strong, but the most confusing thing is still on Friday "Agriculture" course... shouldn't this allow them to farm, right? Kagawa thought with shame.
Judging from yesterday's experience, most of the history classes were about learning about the Tianyuan Era. As an "ancient person" like her, she couldn't use her own experience to get through the exam, so she could only teach the class honestly. As for physics... she didn't know much about it. She was already in the universe, and the game facilities on the street could simulate a gravity-free environment and the environment of operating mechas in space. So what's the use of physics classes? She looked at the class schedule carefully and found that the last class in the morning was physics class. She was looking forward to something new.
When the bell rang for the third period, the three people in the principal's office swallowed hard and closed the audit record file with shock on their faces.
"These two children, well, are very good..."
The principal wiped his mouth with his hand. Just after watching Director Ma Chuanhua sitting at the dining table and enjoying the food made with ancient recipes, he couldn't control his saliva. The mustache around his mouth was now a little sticky. Gooey.
"Especially this kid from the Xiang family, no wonder he was able to capture the entire class with food on the first day..." It even gave them the courage to eat in front of the whole school. The principal silently added in his heart that this matter was quite embarrassing for him. He was so thin-skinned that he could only think about it in his heart and it was not convenient for him to speak out.
"Yes, she also brought the white food to distribute to the classmates today."
Zhu Bingwen was in better condition than the two of them, but he was still swallowing hard.
"Oh, in that case, why don't you bring it to us to taste... ahem, why don't you bring it to us together to verify her production results?"
The principal accidentally spoke his mind. To be honest, he had planned to try it yesterday, but he had just been disgraced and learned that the white food had been distributed, so he gave up temporarily. As a result, he had just finished reading the detailed production process and horse racing. After the director enjoyed the tasting scene, his greed was aroused again.
"Hahaha, you really love to joke. I haven't even tasted what my students have made."
Zhu Bingwen replied with a smile, this was indeed the truth, because he rushed to the principal's office as soon as he got the application form, and happened to miss Xiangchuan's distribution of buns during class.
"Well, don't be angry, Teacher Zhu..." the principal reassured, and then smiled slightly: "In the future, as long as there is a chance, we will be able to eat the food made by this child at any time."
As he said that, the principal put his palm against the light screen displaying the application form. After a while of scanning, the light screen transmitted a beep sound of [Beep - Certification completed, final confirmation has been made]. So, after a long absence of nearly 10,000 years, on the first Two new clubs were added to the college of the Thirteenth Fleet.
The news that the certification was confirmed quickly spread along the campus's teaching terminal to the student union's terminal. For a moment, the student union members in the second and third grade of high school who received the news were so frightened that they jumped out of their seats without attending class. got up.
Add a new club? !
Established by junior high school students? !
The review was completed in less than a day? !
Not only the student union members in the second and third years of high school were dumbfounded, but also the freshmen in the first year of high school who were still choosing clubs: Why were there suddenly two more clubs? Ancient food society? Performance club? What are they?
For a moment, it seemed as if there was a buzzing discussion in the entire classroom.
After eating the steamed buns, Class 18, who was paying attention to the class, did not receive the news until the end of get out of class. Qiu Manman jumped up with excitement and hugged Xiangchuan and spun around. Xiangchuan was shaken so dizzy that he did not forget to say to the classmates around him, " Do you want to come to our club because of your classmates? Apart from other things, the steamed buns and juice are enough." This really made many people excited. It wasn't until members of the student union came looking for them that the two of them calmed down.
In order to go to the club building to make initial preparations, the two new club members had to skip the following history and physics classes and start the tedious preparations for the establishment of the club, hoping to attract some students of the same grade and even high school students to join this afternoon. Seniors are job hopping.
After watching the two people leave with the student union, the class started talking again. Some students were very determined about their target clubs but coveted the food from the ancient food club. Some students were thinking about whether to go in and learn new recipes to improve the food at home. The rest People like Ouyang Yating and Liang Gong were unmoved. They looked at Xiangchuan's seat and wondered what they were thinking...
After Zhu Bingwen left the principal's office and went back to prepare for his class's history class, the vice-principal also left in advance to guide the student union in making arrangements. After all, she still had the status of advisor to the student union.
Watching the two people leave, the principal opened his terminal. After scanning his left hand on the screen, the light screen cut to a simple page. There were sixteen windows displayed on the screen. Normally, these windows would definitely be large. Most of them were ashes, but today, just as he thought, all sixteen of them were here.
[Sure enough, he came. I knew he would come in immediately after receiving the application. 】
The young man in the upper left corner smiled.
"Hey, you're all waiting for me." The principal smiled, relaxed and leaned on the chair to look at everyone. "Since they are all here, they must have received news from Lao Ma a long time ago."
[It’s not early either, just half an hour ahead of you. 】
[This guy is hiding really deep. He met the key person first, and he hid for a long time before telling us. 】
【Just by chance. 】
In the lower left corner of the screen, an elegant young man smiles gracefully. This person is Ma Chuanhua, the director of the Education Bureau who visited Xiang's house yesterday.
【accidental? I don't think it's like it. We just received Yuexiang's yam-related application last time. Within a week, you hooked up with people from the Xiang family. You were planning to get there first. 】
The woman in the center on the left side of the screen complained fiercely that if Xiang Wei Guo was here, he would definitely recognize him as the director of the Grain Bureau of the Third Ship Regiment.
[However, by chance, I finally collected all the pieces. 】In the center of the screen, a very dignified old man spoke. Everyone saw the old man speaking and closed their mouths one after another.
The old man looked at the two application forms for establishing a society and the application form for changing food types in front of him. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said:
[The seeds have been buried in the soil. We must take care of their growth, let them grow before others notice, and cultivate them into towering trees whose foundations cannot be shaken by anyone. 】
