"What you are writing now has not been mentioned yet."

"I know."

Mo Shangyun answered without raising his head and continued writing his notes.

Ding Jing breathed out, "Then you——"

Before Ding Jing could finish asking, Mo Shangyun replied: "I just saw the catalog."

Ding Jing felt that he was communicating with Mo Shangyun with the greatest patience in his life, "You have seen the catalog, but you have not read the courseware."

After a pause in writing, Mo Shangjun turned his head to look at her. Immediately, his eyebrows raised slightly, and a smile spread in his eyes. She said: "With this kind of basic knowledge, you will know what to talk about when you see the catalog."

"..."

Ding Jing felt that Mo Shangjun was a bit proud now.

But after thinking about it, Ding Jing came closer and couldn't help but humbly ask: "Are you people who have been admitted to college such a perverted brain?"

Looking at her sideways, Mo Shangyun shook his head and affirmed: "Generally speaking, people like me are knowledgeable and talented."

"...Can you calm down your arrogant and arrogant expression?" Ding Jing held a pen tightly with his fingers and threatened with a smile, "Otherwise I will not be able to help but want to beat you."

However, as soon as she threatened, Mo Shangyun laughed even more.

Ding Jing hesitated again and again, and finally, for the sake of how well she wrote the notes, he simply held back and turned his gaze away. Then he thought to himself that he would compare it carefully later to see if Mo Shangyun was really that good.

God, even the content of the teacher's lectures can be predicted in advance.

Ding Jing, who had never come into contact with such a creature as a "student master", only found the existence of such a thing unbelievable.

From this point of view, Mo Shangyun is really versatile.

Mo Shangjun didn't write for long. After copying the notes Ding Jing had written in his dog's paw, he summarized the catalog he had seen before, marked the areas that needed attention in detail, and then returned the notebook to Ding Jing.

Ding Jing took it and looked through it carefully as if to make sure, and was stunned for a moment at the end.

Ninety percent of the notes overlap with what Bu Yirong said. Some of them are just in a different order. If you really want to talk about the non-overlapping parts, it actually doesn't matter. Bu Yirong just mentioned them during the lecture, and it seems like they are just the same.

Just mention it to them casually, without any special emphasis.

"How?"

Ding Jing frowned and looked at Mo Shangjun as if he were looking at a monster.

With a move of his finger, the pen was discarded, spinning several times in the air, and then fell back into Mo Shangyun's hand. Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows at Ding Jing proudly, "People with profound knowledge like us all have the same thinking pattern.

of."

Ding Jing: "..." I really believed your evil deeds!

"Really," Mo Shangjun said amusingly, "most teaching materials are pretty much the same."

She even memorized the textbooks.

Of course, memorizing textbooks does not mean memorizing them by rote. She also summed up a set of methods. After research, she realized that most of the contents taught in textbooks on the same subject overlap because the contents taught are similar.

Bu Yirong's courseware was made by himself, but Bu Yirong could not deviate from the overall outline, so when he saw the table of contents, Mo Shangyun knew what he was going to talk about.

This ability is not only due to Mo Shangjun's accumulation over the years, but also because - before coming to GS9, she studied the geography of Yun Province in detail and systematically and read several textbooks.

Mo Shangjun loves learning. This is natural. She is easily interested in things she doesn't understand. This spirit can enable her to read the textbooks for an hour or two before going to bed after a whole day of training.

.

What's more, life in the Air Force was extremely comfortable, wandering around every day without consuming any physical energy. Sometimes Mo Shangyun felt bored, so she asked Wu Jiu to help her find some teaching materials.

There is a stack of teaching materials, not only about Yun Province's landform features, plant types, etc., but also some similar to helicopter postures. Anyway, they are all internal teaching materials. If you don't read them, you will be at a disadvantage.

"..."

Ding Jing glanced at Mo Shangyun as if he had seen a ghost, and then looked away.

She needs to calm down, otherwise she will most likely assassinate the loser next to her.

There are some things you can work hard on. For example, on the training field, if you are not good at one event, you should aim for the best performance in that event and train hard every day. One day you will be able to surpass this goal. However, many things that require talent are difficult.

Hardworking.

Everything Ding Jing learned was learned by rote.

Not as flexible as Mo Shangyun.

This is the difference.

Ding Jing originally thought that he had seen strong winds and waves and could remain calm in everything he encountered, but in the presence of such a counter-intuitive existence as Mo Shangjun, he still couldn't control his temper.

Tsk.

How to improve IQ?

Would it be useful to make a few more math exercise books when she has time?

*

Bu Yirong lectured for two hours without interruption.

From seven o'clock to nine o'clock, after a ten-minute break, there will be another hour of lectures, and the last half hour will be the exam.

If the score is not up to standard, points ranging from 1 to 5 will be deducted.

In addition, before the exam, notes will be randomly checked. If the notes are not up to standard, two points will be deducted.

Bu Yirong only told them this news during the break between classes.

"..."

A group of people were confused when they heard this.

Especially Su Bei, who had been standing still, almost picked up his notebook and hit it in order to cover his handsome face.

grass.

How can you be so deceitful?!

How can she take notes while standing?!

After saying things, Bu Yirong walked outside.

When he was about to reach the door, Su Bei stopped him suddenly and asked, "Teacher Bu, can I sit down and take notes?"

Stopping, Bu Yirong glanced at her and said naturally: "You don't need to take notes today."

Su Bei had an ominous premonition and asked, "Why?"

Bu Yirong smiled and said, "Because I will definitely check your notes, and your notes will definitely not pass the test."

Su Bei: "..." This person must be targeting her.

Bu Yirong added: "You can sit down before the exam."

"..."

Su Bei didn't even bother to roll his eyes at him.

After Bu Yirong finished speaking, he walked straight out of the door without looking at her again.

After copying two notes, Duan Zimu stopped his movements at the right time, and then asked Su Bei with great interest: "Have you seen him?"

"I met him once." Su Bei's voice was cold.

"Calm down," Duan Zimu reminded, "I don't think he is easy to mess with."

Although Bu Yirong did nothing to Su Bei and even condoned what Mo Shangyun did, Duan Zimu subconsciously felt that Bu Yirong was not a good person.

It is definitely not that simple to be able to easily deal with Mo Shangjun's several unexpected situations in class.

The important thing is that this teacher Bu Yirong seems to be "concerned" about Subei.

If Su Bei didn't restrain himself properly, he would probably lose all his points in Bu Yirong's class.

Su Bei smiled coldly and said nothing.

It would be best for this person not to compete with her in the field where she is good at.

*

After finishing writing his notes, Mo Shangyun fell back to sleep. Because of the excitement during the recess, he sat up with a frown on his face.

Ever since Bu Yirong said that he would randomly check his notes, the students were all looking for someone to check their notes to see if they had missed any notes. The atmosphere was very tense.

It feels quite like being in a school classroom.

Mo Shangyun raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, his head was a little groggy from sleep.

"Boss."

Ding Jing bumped Mo Shangjun's elbow.

"Say." Mo Shangjun glanced sideways at her.

"There are 7 soil classes, 14 subclasses, 19 soil types, and 4 subclasses in the soil of Yun Province." After reading the words on the note, Ding Jing tapped the paper with the cap of his pen and inexplicably turned his head on the ink.

Ask, "What is this? Do you need to remember this thing?"
To be continued...