Ye Haoran took the contract and left the courtyard with satisfaction. After walking some distance, Xiaobei couldn't help but asked: "Brother Ran, why did you buy this shabby courtyard and spend so much money?"
Ye Haoran glanced at Xiaobei and said nothing. With Xiaobei's head, no matter how much he explained, it would be useless. Who told him that Ye Haoran's head weighed two pounds more than others.
At first, Ye Haoran didn't think he could do it right away. He thought he would have to run a few more times to get it done. Unexpectedly, with his emotional persuasion, the uncle decided to sell it to him on the spot.
The reason was that he wanted to change to a cleaner place. The area here was being developed, and the noise from construction machinery and various large vehicles annoyed the uncle. It happened that Ye Haoran offered a high price and promised to find a similar place for the uncle in the suburbs. Ye Haoran paid for the decoration of the yard.
Of course, the uncle would not miss such a good thing. The two hit it off and signed the contract immediately.
If Ye Haoran hadn't kept two contracts in his schoolbag all year round, he might have missed it.
Putting the contract into his schoolbag, he turned around and said, "Tomorrow, ask a few people to go to the suburbs and look around. Find a similar yard with complete water and electricity. There is a vegetable market nearby. If you find it, give me a call."
Naturally, Xiaobei didn't care about what Ye Haoran had to do. He contacted two groups of people to look for it separately, and found the yard Ye Haoran needed in less than a day.
After finding the yard, I naturally had to move the uncle’s house there and then go through the transfer procedures.
With Xiaobei's help, Ye Haoran didn't put in much effort, but these are things for later.
...
After Ye Haoran went to school the next day, he put down the book he had been holding in his hand for a long time and casually looked through some study-related textbooks.
Fang Hui's books were almost torn by her, but Ye Haoran's were still as new as ever. In fact, they were new and he had never read them once.
If it weren't for this week's final exams, these books would be gathering dust in the desk hall.
"Hey, you old man actually knows how to read textbooks. The sun rises in the west today?"
Teacher Hou, the head teacher, came in from the back door and happened to pass by Ye Haoran who was sitting in the last row. Seeing Ye Haoran reading a book, he couldn't help but make a joke.
Teacher Hou never regarded Ye Haoran as a student. He was an orphan without a father or mother. He started his own business while going to school. I heard he had made quite a name for himself. In addition, Ye Haoran had no student temperament at all, so it was easy to ignore him. student status.
It is actually not accurate to say that Ye Haoran has no father or mother. He has a living father who died somewhere.
After being teased by the teacher, Ye Haoran rolled his eyes, ignored her, and continued to concentrate on reading.
This was the class teacher's class. In order to prepare for the final exam, Teacher Hou printed a set of mock papers and passed them out one by one. The last one happened to be in Ye Haoran's hand.
He put away the book, took out the ballpoint pen, and began to concentrate on the questions. He wrote like a dragon, finishing in one go without any pause.
Mr. Hou invigilated the exam from front to back. Occasionally he would see students who had questions and would patiently answer them.
He circled around and stopped behind Ye Haoran. He noticed that Ye Haoran was doing the questions very quickly, so he stopped and watched curiously for a minute or two.
"How did you solve this problem? You probably haven't learned this way of solving problems yet. Did you teach yourself?"
….
Teacher Hou put his arms on the desk and looked at the answers on the paper carefully, frowning unnaturally.
Ye Haoran stopped his wandering pen and didn't know how to explain it. His highest degree was a master's degree from Columbia University. If he wanted to, it wouldn't be difficult to get a doctorate.
But the problem is, the knowledge he learned cannot be differentiated according to school grade! It's not a hard drive!
He turned his head and glanced at Teacher Hou. One was sitting and the other was bending down. Coupled with their height and arms, they were facing each other at this time.
Teacher Hou subconsciously turned his head and glanced, and suddenly... both of them felt the other's breath touching their faces.
Within 0.1 second, Teacher Hou seemed to be hallucinating. He quickly lowered his head and continued to read the paper and said, "You can easily lose points by solving the problem like this. The teacher who judges the paper may not necessarily understand this kind of master's and doctoral subject."
Teacher Hou is right. At this time, many teachers came to teach after graduating from college, and most of them taught according to the textbooks. To put it bluntly, some teachers do not necessarily know better than the students. These people just regard teachers as teachers. Think of it as a profession, not as a scholar who educates talents.
Ye Haoran asked doubtfully: "Is this also true for the college entrance examination?"
Teacher Hou nodded and shook his head.
The college entrance examination is a difficult question. Some graders only look at the final answer, but some rigorous teachers will also look at the problem-solving process.
Teacher Hou reached out and took the pen from Ye Haoran's hand. When his hands touched it, Teacher Hou blushed a little inexplicably. She knew that the students at this time could no longer treat them as children and needed to pay more attention.
Taking a piece of paper, Teacher Hou wrote the steps to solve the problem on it. Ye Haoran was speechless after reading it.
It's uncomfortable to ask him to use a more clumsy method when it can be simplified.
The single desk seemed a bit crowded for two people. Ye Haoran wanted to turn sideways to make some room, but when turning, some friction inevitably occurred.
Teacher Hou held the pen stiffly and only wrote half of the steps to solve the problem before he couldn't write any more.
But Ye Haoran only had one feeling.
Ahem! ! !
Whoever tries knows.
Because there has not yet been invented a costume that can be used to cheat customers, so... the real stuff.
The two pairs of eyes looked at each other inexplicably again. Teacher Hou quickly put down his pen and left Ye Haoran's side, walking towards him. Although he was also checking other students' papers, Ye Haoran could clearly feel Teacher Hou's panic.
'hehe,
Ye Haoran gritted his teeth and continued to work on the paper. Unfortunately, Teacher Hou only solved half of the problem. It seems that he will go to Teacher Hou for advice if he has time.
After class, Teacher Hou arranged for Fang Hui to collect the papers and send them to the office, while he strode out of the classroom.
"Ye Haoran, how many points do you think you can score?"
Lin Jiamo came over after handing in the paper and took out a bottle of Arctic soda from Ye Haoran's schoolbag.
Ye Haoran put away the straw paper on which he had finished half of the questions, took a sip of the soda that Lin Jiamo took a sip, and then took a sip himself and said, "Probably above 99 points."
Lin Jiamo nodded: "It's okay. You didn't say you could score 100 points, which shows that you are quite humble."
Zhao Ye on the other side looked at Ye Haoran with blazing eyes. He just saw Ye Haoran and Lin Jiamo drinking a bottle of soda together, and his heart broke.
"Ah!!! Snap!"
With an angry roar, he slapped the desk hard, picked up the basketball, turned around and ran out of the classroom, shouting as he ran, "I want to play basketball!"
[In view of the general environment,
"Damn, who are you trying to scare? You seem to be sick."
"It's not the first day the whole class knew he was sick."
"Why don't you go get treatment?"
"Those who are sick say they are not sick!"
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