Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty-eight Flying Separately in the Imminent Disaster (No.150 - No.157)

The afternoon classes are all mathematics. Because Zhang Feng caught a bad cold during the period of marking the mid-term exam, our class missed four math lessons, which were made up in these two days. Now I feel very sick when I see functions. I managed to understand a little bit of the mystery of sets, and the course began to enter the function stage. After I digested the concepts of sets, unions, and mutual exclusion, I was able to avoid the "obvious traps" on the test paper (Yu Huai said), Zhang Feng has already talked about the function to the logarithmic function. Where did the exponential function go?Facially paralyzed Zhang Feng, did you kill them while I was in a daze in class? !

Zhang Feng drove away in a carriage full of log and f(x), and I was crying and chasing behind in my slippers. Facing my collapse, Yu Huai said lightly: "If you don't understand exponential functions, you can't learn logarithmic functions well. They are inverse functions of each other... It's not strict, but you can understand it like this , anyway, if you don’t understand the exponential function, I think you can forget about the logarithmic function.” "Excuse me, are you tactfully telling me that I can die?" Yu Huai nodded: "It can also be understood in this way."

I am terribly tired. After Chen Xuejun's story ended, our relationship returned to normal, at least in Yu Huai's eyes—my grades were as bad as ever, and his grades were as good as ever; we still sat at the same table, and he still treated me well. A small fraction of the time is helping, most of the time it is helping. Nothing has changed. And to me, it's like certain thoughts die silently. It's like a person walking through the desert, always believing that he will not die, because he holds the last pot of water in his hand, as long as he thinks about this, he can endure the anxiety in his throat and take another step forward, another step forward.

Then I suddenly found that the pot was leaking, and it was already empty. If my problem can be classified as too turbulent inner drama, then β's dilemma is all action drama. When school was over, Jian Jian came to find me to ride home together. I said I was still on duty, and asked her why β didn't go with me today.Jian Jian said with a little embarrassment that she was called by Zhang Ping to talk. "Didn't we talk about it last night?" I wondered, "β said yesterday that she was going to hold fate by the throat." "I didn't hold back last night," Jian Jian shook his head, "She didn't find a chance. Later, Zhang Ping was pestered by several parents to talk all the way to the gate. She couldn't get in a word at the side. Today she wanted to Those who get away with it are pretending to be okay all day long."

I thought about the performance of β today. "It's still very good at acting." I affirmed. "I didn't expect Zhang Ping to find her anyway. She thought well. How could Zhang Ping let her go? Last night, the parents' meeting came to roll call, but her parents didn't come." "Zhang Ping called her parents?" "So we, Comrade Xiao Zhang, are very kind. I heard from Xu Yanliang that Zhang Ping plans to talk to β first, and then decide whether to call her parents. Otherwise, β will probably be beaten into α tonight. " While we were talking, Yu Huai had already packed his schoolbag, turned around and left in a hurry.

"Where are you going, your team is on duty today!" Xu Yanliang noticed it with sharp eyes, and shouted loudly from behind. "I have a class to attend, Geng Geng will do my part, we agreed!" Yu Huai also yelled back, and many students in the second half of the classroom who hadn't left all looked at me. "When did you tell me!" I blushed a little. "Now! Give some tacit understanding!" He had disappeared outside the door. Xu Yanliang looked at me, and after a while he sighed and said: "The family members can indeed replace the duty."

Jian Jian stared at the direction where Yu Huai disappeared for a while, then turned to ask me: "Is Yu Huai going to make up lessons?" I opened my mouth, not knowing how to answer, because I didn't know either. "They are going to participate in the league. If the results are good, they will have a chance to walk." "You can walk in the first year of high school?!" Jian Jian exclaimed, turning to look at Han Xu's already empty seat. "What do you think? People are different from us." It was Zhu Yao who was sitting in front of me who spoke. Strange to say, we have a good relationship with Xu Yanliang, Jian Jian, β and even Han Xu in the group next door, but we seldom talk to Zhu Yao and Zheng Yamin who are sitting in the front row.Zheng Yamin is a very silent boy with dark skin and a figure similar to Xu Yanliang's, similar to a gasoline barrel, but not as flexible as Xu Yanliang.Yu Huai once said that if he hadn't had good eyesight, he would have pleaded with Zhang Ping to move forward.

"Zheng Yamin is like a mountain. Fortunately, I am tall." "It's because the upper body is longer." I corrected honestly. If Zheng Yamin's silence is due to his personality, Zhu Yao's silence is because he cherishes time.She studies very hard. She always skips classes in physical education, art, and music. She always sits on her seat and memorizes vocabulary after class.I have seen with my own eyes that Zhu Yao was too lazy to get up to throw out the trash because she was so focused on the problem, she just threw the apple cores on the ground after eating.

I also thought about using her as a benchmark to learn from. Zhu Yao couldn't get up and I couldn't get up, and I was holding back my urination.The result was as expected-she was the fifth in our class during the preliminary exam, and the third in this midterm exam. And I almost finished last both times. At the beginning, Zhu Yao and Yu Huai would also discuss exercises. Zhu Yao asked Yu Huai for physics and mathematics, because "he is a competition student"; The exercises were thrown to Zhu Yao for help.Zhu Yao's basic English skills are very solid. She can speak out those uncommon phrases and weird prepositions, unlike our confused English teacher, who explains the multiple-choice questions in the same way every time.

"The options A, C, and D of this question are wrong at first glance, so choose B. Does anyone have any questions?" "Teacher, I don't understand." "Why don't you understand? Let me ask you, where is A, C, and D right?" "have no idea……" "If you don't know, it's wrong. If you don't know, choose the right one. Of course, choose B. Is there any problem?" At this time, Yu Huai would privately glance at Teacher Bai English and poke Zhu Yao with his arms. However, this good comrade-in-arms relationship stops at the midterm exam.

Because Yu Huai's mid-term English score was three points higher than Zhu Yao's. From then on, whenever Yu Huai had questions in English that he didn't understand, Zhu Yao's feedback was: "I don't know either. Your English is so much better than mine, and you still ask me? What if I told you the wrong thing?" After repeating this two or three times, Yu Huai never took the initiative to speak to Zhu Yao again.He would still help answer the science questions asked by Zhu Yao, but he would go straight to Han Xu for the English questions, and even ran upstairs to ask Lin Yang. Most of the answers Lin Yang gave him were two words. "intuition." "Lin Yang may have been a dog in his previous life." Yu Huai said to me seriously. Unlike Yu Huai's disdain for Zhu Yao, I can slightly understand the other party's cautiousness.This kind of pettiness is certainly not elegant, but it is also because of inner fear.Maybe Zhu Yao is just another me, a more diligent and smarter Geng Geng, but it is not a little bit different from Yu Huai, Lin Yang, and Han Xu. It's all in my heart. "That's not right, I remember Han Xu told me before, isn't it a matter of the third year of high school?" Jian Jian hurriedly grabbed Zhu Yao and asked. "There is no age limit for the league, does the junior class know?" Zhu Yao didn't have so many scruples when talking to students of our level, and said in a firm tone, "Why can't I participate in the first year of high school? It's just that they and the third year students Competition, after all, two years of training is short, it is generally difficult to get a good ranking in the exam, even if there is a chance of recommendation, it is not a very good school, so you just don’t know.” "Then why do you still want to participate?" Zhu Yao glanced at Jian Jian with the mentally handicapped eyes: "Practice. Get lucky. Anyway, there is no loss." The Yu Huai and Han Xu that Zhu Yao described are like planets revolving on another orbit.I haven't caught up with the wagon of logarithmic functions, which have been orbiting in their own logic for centuries. After Zhu Yao finished speaking, she picked up her schoolbag and left. Jian Jian and I stood there for a while with our own thoughts, until Jian Jian jumped up: "Huh? Isn't your group cleaning today? Why did she leave!" "It's not the first time," I shrugged. "It's useless for Zhang Ping to talk to her. She said that she came to school to study, and no one can force her to do extra things. What can you do? Find her parents for this kind of thing?" Simply grinning: "Then let me help you." I smiled gratefully at Jian Jian and didn't refuse. I think students like Jian Jian and I are really good kids—it's just that we are all good in the "unimportant" aspects. When I got home, I found out that it was my dad who was cooking in the kitchen today.Xiao Linfan told me that because a group of students from a junior high school had food poisoning at noon today, Aunt Qi and the others had to work overtime until very late before coming back. We were talking, the kitchen door opened, my dad poked his head out, and was a little embarrassed to see me. Ha ha, this attitude is right. "Are you back? Take off your school uniform, wash your hands, and eat right away." I held back my laughter, and nodded coldly, with the common expression on my face of a lonely and injured girl in a single-parent family. My dad was even more embarrassed, and quickly retreated into the kitchen. Xiao Linfan was lying on the coffee table in the living room doing homework, raised his head and blinked at me, confused me. "Sister," he lowered his voice and said to me mysteriously, "When Uncle Geng picked me up from school, I told him that you came back very late yesterday and you came home crying." Then, he gave me an "Ok" gesture. Where is it? Seeing that I hadn't gotten the hang of it yet, he added impatiently: "Didn't you fail the exam? Then he won't dare to scold you!" I laughed dryly twice, and had no choice but to nod gratefully to him: "Thank you..." "You're welcome," he waved his hand, "We just got our grades, and I didn't pass the exam." Then he stared at me with piercing eyes. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I waved my hand righteously: "Wrap it on me, sister covers you." Xiao Linfan nodded with satisfaction. I knew that this brat in the third grade was not as good as I imagined. After dinner, Xiao Linfan was doing his homework in his room, while I spread out "Wang Houxiong", and began to struggle to recall the exponential function that passed me by. Yu Huai said that if I can always do very poorly in the exam, I will get used to it sooner or later. But I don't want to get used to it. When he yelled at Zhang Feng, "Teacher, I don't understand, can you repeat it again" for my thin-skinned me, I once felt a sense of dependence, like those function symbols that cannot be dismantled, The small slider with zero friction on the slope, the chemical substance that dissolves in water and insoluble in water for a while, makes people wonder what it wants to do. One day, it will be solved in front of him, and I will also take it with me See clearly the mystery behind each textbook. Just like when I was a child, I used to go to the bookstore near my home to rent Doraemon (later I found out that it was called Doraemon), and I even read all the Doraemon and Cosmic Cats painted by Fujiko Fujio. I firmly believe that I will marry a doraemon one day, and check whether my drawer is connected to the time machine every day before and after school. Part of the dream has come true. I mean, I became Nobita. Nobita who buries zero-score test papers in the ground every day with tears. I thought the person next to me was a robot cat, but he told me today that you can't even understand the exponential function, so let's forget about the logarithmic function. Everyone can only rely on themselves.My Doraemon is about to sit on a time machine called the Olympic League and go back to the 22nd century. I knew my dad would come into the house and definitely bring a glass of milk. He has no other tricks.He is the one who is talking about one trick that is eaten all over the world.The milk cup is just like his microphone. Ever since I didn’t bring brushes for art class in the first grade of elementary school, my dad was trained like a grandson by the acrimonious head teacher. He used to hold a glass of milk as the opening remark I have a heart-to-heart talk.The white and moist cylinder is like his exclusive microphone, which can slowly express all his great truths. Come to think of it, my dad never lost his temper with me.Even I have never seen my dad get angry.Perhaps because my mother is in a state of a fire-breathing dragon during her menstrual period all year round, my father has become a silent Wudalianchi. The exponential function in the exercise book is like a child, big or small, holding a hydrogen balloon in the upper right corner, screaming in front of my eyes.I was very annoyed, and when I looked up at my dad, I was also vicious. I know I'm ignorant.Ordinary parents should be heartbroken with their report cards at this time. I am afraid that they will start to suspect that they and their wives are actually married by close relatives. How can anyone be like my dad who has been knocking on the door with milk for ten years. "Thank you Dad." I held back for a long time and said this. I can't hold my breath without him. I shouldn't be complacent either—he put the milk aside and stood there for two full minutes without speaking, like an electric wave that never dies. "Geng Geng, it was my father who was wrong yesterday. It happened quite suddenly. I didn't expect your mother to be in a meeting, so we really rushed together." "I know," I replied sullenly, "Who holds a parent-teacher meeting?" My dad was speechless for a long while. If I were him, I wouldn't have anything to say—what to say?Said that you should not let your aunt Qi go to the meeting?But where did Aunt Qi go wrong?Is it wrong that she is an outsider?Or is it wrong that she didn't give birth to me?Or was it because I didn't do well in the exam myself, and I was still annoyed at being exposed to an outsider? But this outsider did a good enough job, I have no reason to be picky, let alone ask my dad to apologize to me. It's me who is too screwed up.Such stubbornness is really annoying. Why am I being so annoying. Whether it's about Yu Huai or everything else. My dad sat on the bed and watched me do the questions silently.I couldn't do it, and I didn't want to expose my stupidity that I didn't know anything in front of him, so I kept scribbling on the calculation paper. All of them are calculations of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within a hundred, and there are two diagrams of linear functions, as if they are connected with several nonsensical auxiliary lines in a serious manner, like the inner circle line drawn. My dad finally couldn't help coughing. "Geng Geng, what are you drawing? It's not right." I immediately turned my head and glared at my dad. Just before I could speak, the phone rang suddenly.Since Aunt Qi and Xiao Linfan moved in, my mother never made a call to the landline at home. I reached out to press the speakerphone, and had a long-lost three-person meeting. My dad took the phone, pressed the call button, and walked out of my room while answering. I rolled up all the primary functions drawn as inner loops into paper balls and threw them into the trash can. After thinking about it, I dug out the math textbook from my schoolbag. Ever since I was in high school, I have been terrified by students like Yu Huai.He laughed at me for wrapping the book cover and copying the concept definitions in the book. Naturally, I no longer dare to study in the "formalistic" way in his eyes.The result of overcorrection is that I bought all the exercise books that these bright students used to use, and although I didn't clean any of them, I also decently discarded the textbooks. Whether it is useful or not, at least when those exercise books are spread out on the table, I look the same as Yu Huai.It is pointless to make any cover-up for one's clumsiness, but it is the most important. I turned the still brand-new textbook to the section on exponential functions, and began to deduce various theorems seriously according to the steps in the book.Although it was a bit slow, at least the writing was smooth, and the anxious feeling of "knowing nothing" gradually disappeared.As I wrote, when I no longer relied on the hints in the book and deduced a few theorems and inferences by myself, a little joy rose in my heart. In fact, I understand that the question sea tactics have their own joys.Really, anyway, I used to be considered a half-good student. Even if I sat there to untangle the headphone cable for ten minutes, as long as I smoothed it out, I would be happy. Let alone doing the questions, the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment is nothing else. can bring. The difference may be that there are fewer math problems that can bring me a sense of satisfaction. Much later, I still remember that night, under the lamp, I studied mathematics books without any self-respect or escape.Strange to say, I have never experienced that kind of feeling, like a warm rain falling in my heart in the middle of winter night, but it was so quiet that there was no sound of rain. While I was smoothly solving problems with my pen, the extra energy drifted in another direction. Is God fair?I am so much stupider than Yu Huai, am I destined to live a better life without him?On second thought, there is such a thing as luck in the world. My dad walked into the room, put the phone on my desk, and sat by the window.I was in the middle of writing, and although I was a little curious about what he would say, I didn't even look at him. "Geng Geng, your mother and I have studied your report card. We both think that you should focus on the three subjects of mathematics, Chinese and foreign languages. It doesn't matter if your grades in the first grade are almost okay. You should go to study in the second year of high school. text." It’s like a doctor’s announcement of a critical illness, you can eat whatever you want, learn whatever you want to learn, and score as much as you want on the test. I said "no" without looking up. Who told me "don't study liberal arts" in class before?Who said to me, "Seriously, don't study liberal arts"? To whom did I say "Well, I don't study literature"? When disaster strikes, let's fly separately, not to mention that we are not birds in the same forest.