"Suzuki? What are you doing?" The math teacher's stern voice came over, scaring Yuanzi torment.

It was this shock that caused the ball of paper that should have been lying in her hand to fall to the ground and exposed it to the teacher's eyes.

"Hmm? What is this?" The teacher saw the paper ball and walked over to pick it up.

Yuanzi and Xiaolan's faces changed together. If it weren't for the current class, the two of them might have hugged each other and shivered.

A math teacher known for his severity, one of the three Shuras in Didan High School, is second only to the "Math Shura" of the director.

"Hmm-?" He opened the paper ball and looked at it. The math teacher made a sound that it was obvious that it was an uplift in his attitude, and Yuanzi was even more afraid.

What will this time be? Fifty sets of old papers? Ten times of the whole book?

The good education and reserve of the daughter of a big family supported her not to cry, but she could not wish to hold the teacher's leg and admit her mistake.

"Who is Qiushan?" Ling Yuanzi didn't expect that the focus of Mathematical Shura was not on passing the notes, but on the contents of the notes.

No matter which teacher you are, if you see news that some classmates are being excluded and someone sends notes, what you care most about is certainly not someone sends notes.

Some teachers will choose to deal with the matter of passing notes first and then attend class normally, and then investigate the matter of exclusion after class.

But "Mathematics Shura" chose to take a look at who this classmate Qiushan is first, because he did not have a person named Qiushan in his memory of this class - the head teacher forgot to tell him that there was a transfer student today.

"It should be me, Qiushanjian." Qiushanjian stood up and introduced himself.

The situation you can see through your eyes can easily come to the conclusion that Xiaolan and Yuanzi passed the notes and mentioned their own.

"It looks very beautiful." The math teacher looked at Qiu Shanjian's appearance and said.

A student sneered in a silence.

"It should be a face of life." Qiu Shanjian replied appropriately: "I am a new student who has been transferred today. Please give me some advice."

Qiu Shanjian has a clear sense of difference compared to his peers. This feeling is not clearly reflected in his expression or language tone. It is just the overall expression but has an old-fashioned temperament.

When I met a famous math teacher who was old-fashioned and famous, the math teacher became more fond of him.

But after careful consideration, the math teacher frowned again.

If a student is excluded after transferring for less than an hour on the first day, his problem is most likely not with his classmates, but with the transfer student himself.

If you think carefully, the math teacher reminds yourself not to draw too arbitrary conclusions, but to take a look at how this student is doing first.

As soon as he lowered his head, the math teacher found that the student's desktop was naked and had nothing.

"Where is your textbook?" he asked directly.

"Have not sent it to me yet." Qiu Shanjian replied frankly.

"Then why not borrow it from the classmates around you?" the teacher asked, signaling the classmates around Qiushanjian with his eyes. They all took out books to study.

But when the teacher glanced over, these people subconsciously dodged. After all, the mature math teacher immediately confirmed that the exclusion was indeed true, not the ambiguity or prank of the note.

"Because I don't think I need it." The unexpected thing was that Qiu Shanjian actually said: "I did preview before, so I can understand it without a textbook."

How can I preview it if I can’t even get a textbook? This kid is cheating. This is the first reaction of the math teacher.

But he did not expose it. Perhaps the child has a high self-esteem and is unwilling to admit that he can't find someone to read a book with him, so he deliberately said this to protect his face.

But looking at the empty tabletop, there should be scolding: "Did you bring paper and pen?"

"Take it." Although I can't use books or something, I came to school after all, and I still brought the stationery that I should have, and I have to use it for homework exams and other things.

"Then why don't you take notes?" the teacher asked, "Do you think you can get ahead of learning by previewing, and don't you need to record the knowledge I taught?"

"No, not." Qiu Shanjian said immediately.

‘Please…It’s the third time I’ve been studying high school mathematics this time…’ Actually, Qiu Shanjian really wants to answer ‘Yes’. Come on.

"Then why not take out paper and pen to take notes?" the math teacher asked.

"Because I have remembered everything you taught." Qiu Shanjian replied, regardless of how shocking his answer was.

"Say it again." The math teacher's face suddenly became stern and he said sternly.

"I have remembered everything you have said." Qiu Shanjian replied honestly.

He didn't come to become a real student to go to school here, so he had no plans to keep a low profile or pretend to be a disguised person.

"Okay, very good." The math teacher was obviously angry, but his cultivation made him deliberately smile.

He pointed at the blackboard and said, "Let me see how much content you can remember in the previous blackboard."

The blackboard has been wiped once, and the math teacher asked Qiu Shanjian the content on the blackboard before wiping it.

Qiu Shanjian did not open his mouth to answer, but walked past the teacher and walked straight towards the blackboard. He picked up the blackboard eraser and almost lost half of the current blackboard book, and then picked up the chalk and started writing.

Starting from the first word written by the teacher in class, Qiu Shanjian was like copying the text, without pause or thinking at all, and reproduced the entire blackboard writing, including a function image drawn by the teacher.

"Really or not?"

"It seems...is that's the case?"

"Did he really remember?"

"Is the blackboard not being cleaned? He copied the handwriting left by the teacher before?" Some students began to guess.

The math teacher himself also felt that his blackboard was not wiped clean, because the blackboard written by Qiu Shanjian, in addition to the content, even the location and even the font were exactly the same as before, and it was clearly drawn.

Qiu Shanjian raised the blackboard again, wiped off the blackboard book he had just written, and then picked up the chalk and wrote the blackboard book he had wiped off before, until the teacher discovered the last part of the little movements in the garden.

"The teacher has been talking about this just now. According to my preview, what the teacher wants to write next is..." While saying that Qiu Shanjian's chalk was not stopped, he continued to write the formula. Writing alone is not enough. Qiu Shanjian explained these knowledge points while writing.

"Is that guy crazy?"

“It’s too inflated!”

"Does he want to teach on behalf of the teacher?"

Another student started to talk.

"It feels like it is very similar to the textbook, and it seems that I have really previewed it." There are also students in the classroom who can look at things calmly. They carefully read the blackboard writing written by Qiu Shanjian and compared it with the textbook. It is typical of Shi Liang's true purity.

"When I was talking to the teacher just now, did I peek at the lecture notes?" There were also some guys who thought that Sherlock Holmes had seen through the truth, typical of which was Suzuki Soko.

The math teacher who was still standing next to Qiu Shanjian's seat secretly glanced at the lecture notes in his hand. He found that Qiu Shanjian's explanation seemed to be better than the lecture notes he prepared.

In about five minutes, Qiushanjian filled the entire blackboard, and he turned his attention to the math teacher who was still standing next to his seat.

Mathematics Shura had no intention of getting angry or getting angry, but instead applauded.

"I wish you all listened to the lectures of Qiushan just now, but I know you don't, so I have to repeat the parts I could have saved." While saying that, the math teacher walked to Qiushanjian and lined up his shoulders and said, "You are very smart. I believe you are not much more surrender than Kudo."

Because there is a high school detective, it is normal to describe a person's wisdom in this class or even this school.

If you praise Qiu Shanjian and Kudo Shinichi for not giving in too much, you will naturally affirm Qiu Shanjian's intelligence. In fact, the math teacher found that Qiu Shanjian's lessons were better than himself.

"Please don't say this. Compared with the kind of student who skipped class who knows the truth, I am disrespectful to me. I hope the teacher understands my thoughts." I was surprised by the teacher again because Qiu Shanjian said this.

"Oh..." the math teacher agreed awkwardly, and suddenly understood why the student was excluded.

He simply ignored him and let Qiu Shanjian return to his seat. The math teacher continued to give lectures from the position before he discovered that the garden was doing small moves.

Until the end of get out of class, the math teacher did not mention Qiushanjian again, and after class, he walked straight out of the classroom.

Qiu Shanjian sat in his seat without walking, just closing his eyes to rest, and he was waiting for someone he couldn't wait to come to him.

"Bang!" Qiu Shanjian slowly opened his eyes with one hand.

He is a boy, with a smaller head, smaller eyes, and a pointed chin that looks vulgar.

Qiu Shanjian remembers this face, and basically he is encouraged by him every time he maliciously speculates about his own remarks.

"What do you want to ask?" Qiu Shanjian asked in a cold tone. Since the other party is not kind, why should he be too polite?

"I heard that Qiu Shan knows a lot of things and things that he is good at, so I want to ask Qiu Shan if he minds comparing?" The despicable boy said loudly. Even if the people who didn't pay attention were attracted by the attention, let alone the classmates who were observing Qiu Shanjian.

It seems that he is planning to come and play in front of all his classmates.

"I haven't asked for advice on what to call me?" Qiu Shanjian looked at the despicable boy expressionlessly.

"Mountain shore, mountain shore Jinxin."

"Good Shanan classmate, what are you competing for? Is math?" Qiu Shanjian asked.

"Since Qiu Shan said that he is good at a lot of things, he shouldn't mind other subjects in the competition, right?" asked Yamaki Kinnobu.

"Don't mind." Qiu Shanjian shook his head.

"Then let's record the game. Does Qiu Shan dare?"

As the two people talked, more and more people were paying attention to it.

"That guy in Yamaki is indeed going to find someone to show off his memory again."

"What a boring guy."

"But I think that transfer student is so arrogant, it doesn't matter if he asks Yamaki to bully him."

"But Yamaki failed when he challenged Kudo Shinichi before? Can he teach that transfer student a lesson? Judging from his way of writing on the blackboard just now, his memory is also very good, right?"

"No matter how good it is, it is impossible to have Shinichi Kudo, right?" Another person replied: "And that must be because he saw the teacher's words that had not wiped clean, not his true strength."

"How to compare it?" After hearing the discussion, Qiu Shanjian understood the general situation and asked Jin Xin Shan of Shanyan.
To be continued...