As usual, this class was about math. Lin Qiuchi explained the three questions of the test paper in detail, and then asked the students below if they understood. Some people still seemed to understand, and some began to ask questions enthusiastically. After experiencing the previous class , everyone’s interest in learning arithmetic has obviously begun to increase.
While answering students' questions on the stage, there was a sudden knock on the door of the school building. Lin Qiuchi was interrupted from teaching. A trace of displeasure flashed across his face, and he walked over and opened the door expressionlessly.
A handyman who looked very smart and capable, holding a colorful flag in his hand, stood at the door and saw Lin Qiuchi's face beaming with joy.
"Master Lin, this formation flag is broken. The head of the academy asked me to come to you to see if it can be repaired?"
Lin Qiuchi frowned slightly, took the colorful flag, and looked it up and down.
"Where is the formation flag?"
"Reporting to Master Lin, this is the isolation barrier formation flag of the women's dormitory. It is broken for some unknown reason. If Master Lin can repair it, I will reply to the head of the hospital right away!" the handyman replied very respectfully.
"Yeah, sure!"
Lin Qiuchi answered calmly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
"Great, I'll go get back to the head of the hospital right now!" the handyman said, turning around to leave, then stopped: "Uh... Master Lin, when do you think it will be repaired? I'll come back and get it back!" "
"get out of class is over this time, come and get it!"
After Lin Qiuchi finished speaking, he closed the door, walked to the stage and put the formation flag in his hand on the table.
The flag is about the size of a palm, and is covered with colorful and strange symbols. The flagpole looks like it is made of wood, but it has a dark luster and is engraved with mysterious patterns.
"Who is it that his spiritual consciousness is so powerful?... It's strange... to be able to reach such a state... How... can he still do such dirty things as spying on women's bedrooms?"
Lin Qiuchi frowned, staring at the formation flag on the case, and couldn't help but murmur softly to himself.
He An's ear was amazing. When he heard Lin Qiuchi's words from far away from the podium, he felt a chill in his heart. He glanced at Fan Dazhi suspiciously. The guy lowered his eyebrows and shrank his head, clearly looking a little guilty.
Lin Qiuchi glanced at the audience, pulled out a piece of softer rice paper from a stack of handouts, put it in his hand, grabbed a carbon strip from the box on the desk, turned around and wrote a technique on a large white wooden board hanging on the wall. Number questions.
One plus two plus three plus four plus... ninety-eight plus ninety-nine plus one hundred, what is the total?
"Arithmetic requires not only careful thinking, but also the speed of calculation. Everyone starts to calculate this question. Whoever calculates the answer first will let me know!"
After saying that, Lin Qiuchi put down the carbon bar, clapped his hands, gently pulled a stool and sat down in front of the case.
Since the arithmetic class had only been taught recently, Lin Qiuchi asked this question. It would have taken a long time for the students to calculate, so he could take this opportunity to repair the damaged formation flag.
Seeing the students below holding pens and papers and concentrating on calculations, Lin Qiuchi took out a small cloth bag from his sleeve, put it on the case and spread it out. It was divided into many small pockets, each bag They are filled with exquisite and small tools, including needles, needles, knives, hinges, etc., as well as some weird and varied things that cannot be named.
She took out a delicate ruler and measured the size of the formation flag. She stroked the pattern on the flagpole with one hand and quickly calculated something on the rice paper with a pen in her other hand.
For a moment, Lin Qiuchi stopped writing, took out a small carving knife, and carved a mysterious pattern on the flagpole. Her movements were smooth and her technique was extremely skillful. The mysterious pattern was carved and covered with the original pattern, which was strange. There is no sense of disharmony at all, but it looks more beautiful and mysterious.
After Lin Qiuchi finished all this, he took out a red pen from his pocket and drew a strange symbol on the flag. Then he quickly calculated on the paper. After a while, he picked up the carving knife again and was about to carve on the flagpole when a voice suddenly sounded from the audience.
"Teacher, I've done the math!"
Lin Qiuchi stopped holding the knife and glanced down. The student who spoke was Fan Dazhi.
"What's the answer?"
Lin Qiuchi asked in a cold voice without raising his head, holding his knife to carve patterns on the flagpole.
"Five thousand and fifty!"
Fan Dazhi reported a number in a low voice.
The carving knife in Lin Qiuchi's hand almost made the wrong lines, and there was a look of disbelief on his face. It was calculated so quickly? Her hands, which had always been as steady as a rock, actually trembled a little. After finally carving out the pattern that was usually so simple for her, she put down everything in her hands, stood up, walked to the school door and opened it.
"Fan Dazhi, come out!"
Lin Qiuchi hugged her shoulders, the cold wind outside the door brushed her cold face, and she carefully examined the student named Fan Dazhi in front of her.
I saw that he had a wide forehead and thick eyebrows, big ears, and a smoky black mark on his chin. He was really unappealing. His appearance could be said to be extremely ordinary, but he was also obese, making him a complete little fat man.
"How did you figure that out?"
Lin Qiuchi had no expression on her face, staring into the other person's eyes and asking questions, but she found that the student's eyes were so clear that she suddenly had the absurd idea of two crystal clear crystals placed on a vulgar face.
"I...I found that the sum of one and one hundred is one hundred and one, the sum of two and ninety-nine is also one hundred and one, and the sum of three and ninety-eight is still one hundred and one... The sum of these is Fifty one hundred and one, so the result is fifty times one hundred and one, the answer should be five thousand and fifty...well...that's how I calculated it!"
Fan Dazhi's voice was not loud. After speaking, he quickly glanced at Lin Qiuchi. Seeing that the teacher was noncommittal, he lowered his head dully.
Lin Qiuchi let out a long breath, and the cold wind seemed to exhale a mouthful of white smoke, which dissipated instantly.
She forced herself to suppress her inner excitement, and when she looked at Fan Dazhi again, her eyes shone with brilliance.
"Are you willing to learn the formation?"
Lin Qiuchi suddenly asked inexplicably.
"With your talent and qualifications, you will be an excellent array master in the future."
Lin Qiuchi added.
"Ah? Learn formations? Become an formation master?"
Fan Dazhi scratched his head. Wouldn't that mean he has to deal with numbers all day long? Counting and memorizing every day, writing and drawing, burying it in a pile of old papers, and trying to read the classics...that's not fun at all.
Thinking of this, Fan Dazhi's head shook like a rattle.
"You don't have to make a decision in a hurry, think about it before you reply to me!"
Lin Qiuchi's cold voice rarely became much gentler, and there was a faint smile on his face.
Fan Dazhi pursed his lips tightly, still lowering his head, unmoved.
"It's windy outside, please go back first!"
Looking at Fan Dazhi's leaving figure, Lin Qiuchi narrowed his eyes, and fine crow's feet bloomed at the corners of his eyes.
"Genius!"
Lin Qiuchi stood in the wind and whispered like a dream.
"I thought that all the leaders in the world were trapped by Longmen Academy, but I didn't expect... that there are such talented people. Mr. Dean, you are so lucky!"
Some students in the school calculated the results one after another, and the answer was exactly as Fan Dazhi said, five thousand and fifty. A few people were surprised and began to discuss in a low voice. As more students calculated the same answer, the school gradually became noisy. Once the answer came out, some people who had not finished the calculation simply gave up and started talking in various directions.
"I can't tell. He's so smart. You can't tell by appearance." The speaker was a girl sitting in the front row with a few freckles on her face.
"That's right, how do you think people's brains grow? Could it be that everything they eat replenishes their brains..." After the girl who answered finished speaking, she covered her mouth and laughed.
"Hey! You said...why did the teacher call Brother Fan out?" Han Chanjuan turned sideways and asked He An in a low voice.
"You must be praising him!"
He An answered firmly and wiped off the ink on the back of his hand. He also figured out the answer shortly after Fan Dazhi left, and he couldn't help but admire his brother.
"Those with great ambitions are gods!"...
Zhuge Guagua imitated the way his poetry teacher usually recited poems, and started chanting with an exaggerated expression. Just with his cross-eyed eyes, he looked extremely funny, and everyone burst into laughter.
While everyone was laughing, the god Fan Dazhi pushed the door open and entered, and everyone's eyes fell on him.
Fan Dazhi lowered his head and took small, steady steps. Looking at his protruding belly and moving toes, he suddenly felt that there was something strange in the school building. When he looked up, he saw countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Everyone looked at Fan Dazhi with envy, jealousy, surprise, and encouragement...
In front of everyone, Fan Dazhi was a little at a loss. He stood there for a moment, not knowing whether to step out with his left leg or his right foot first. He walked a few steps with difficulty, staggered and almost fell, causing a burst of laughter in the audience.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the school building started to become agitated. Zhixingyuan had a day off every ten days, also called a "holiday". Tomorrow happens to be a holiday, and some students whose homes are near Luoyang City have begun to pack their packages.
The sun has set early in winter. Except for a few tower pines in the flower garden of Zhixingyuan, which are still green, other shrubs and vines have withered flowers and leaves, looking a little desolate in the cold wind. A few sparrows are chirping and dancing on the branches.
He An and Han Chanjuan walked side by side on the gravel path among the flower gardens, and Fan Dazhi followed slowly.
"I'm so tired after taking classes for so many days. I can finally have a nice sleep tomorrow!"
Han Chanjuan clenched her fists and stretched, complaining a bit exaggeratedly.
"You like hot pot, if you are free tomorrow, go to Dong Lai Shun, but first say yes, I'll treat you!"
He An looked at Han Chanjuan's side face with doting eyes, smiling and waiting for the other party's response.
"Ouch! I almost forgot that you were rich. You won a hundred taels of silver in the martial arts competition, and you lost it so quickly? Things in Donglaishun are very expensive."
Han Chanjuan joked with a smile, two cute dimples appeared on her cheeks.
"Because it's expensive, you deserve it! Of course noble people should use expensive ones!"
He An deliberately prolonged his voice, matching the other party's tone, and echoed.
"Hey! When did you become so good at talking?"
Han Chanjuan had a look of surprise on her face, her eyes were smiling like crescent moons, she seemed to have thought of something again, her smile suddenly fell down, she stomped her feet angrily, kicked a stone into the flower bed, and frightened several sparrows on the branches to fly away.
