Ch 90

　The boys huddled together and clung to the wall to watch, vying to be the first to exaggerate and cheer:

　　"Fu Shen is number one in grade again!"

　　"Damn it, 720, he's not a human!"

　　"Science Comprehensive 297... bold! Who!" Who deducted three points from our God Fu!"

　　Someone turned around and shouted: "God Fu! You are number one again!"

　　"God Fu doesn't want to offend you at all." "

　　It doesn't matter

　　when . Also experience the feeling of being alone and seeking defeat. "

　　The class bell rang, and the math teacher Wang walked into the classroom with papers under his arm, and the group of boys gathered in front of the blackboard dispersed.

　　Teacher Wang opened the paper and went straight to the last fill-in-the-blank question instead of explaining it in order.

　　This question was so difficult that almost the entire grade was wiped out.

　　"Is it so difficult?" Teacher Wang asked.

　　The whole class: "It's so difficult -"

　　Teacher Wang lamented: "I just talked about this question last week! I was secretly happy when I got the paper. Our class was definitely far ahead this time. But as a result, the question type changed. A little later, you won't know it anymore!"

　　Teacher Wang sighed and paced up and down the aisle: "I'll give you another ten minutes to count, now!"

　　Ten minutes later! Still no one has figured it out.

　　Teacher Wang called several classmates in succession, but they all hesitated and said nothing.

　　He had no choice but to turn to his trump card: "Come! Fu Yingcheng! Let's talk about this inequality."

　　The young man lowered his head and clutched his pen.

　　After a few seconds, Fu Yingcheng stood up after his deskmate touched him anxiously several times.

　　Teacher Wang: "Tell me, how do you deduce the inequality relationship containing fractions from the equations of lna and lnb?"

　　Fu Yingcheng picked up the paper, paused for a few seconds, and then slowly said: "First, derive the derivative of the function . , both sides of the equation are divided by ab, and then...then..."

　　Then...

　　some people in the class who had lowered their heads one after another looked up and looked at Fu Yingcheng strangely.

　　The paper is shaking.

　　The numbers are also shaking.

　　Black and white text, letters and numbers tangled like twisted tadpoles.

　　He couldn't even understand what the question meant.

　　Obviously.

　　Very simple.

　　It's obviously very simple for him.

　　The math teacher was surprised: "Huh? You've done everything wrong, right?"

　　He came over, took away the test paper Fu Ying submitted, glanced at it, and smiled: "Isn't this right? The only one in the whole grade A perfect score. Why, you don't even remember what you did? Forget it, sit down and let me tell you."

　　The teacher put his hand on the boy's shoulder, patted him, and pressed him down. .

　　The deskmate looked at Fu Yingcheng and noticed that the boy's hands were unconsciously rolling up the corners of the test paper, making them wrinkled.

　　This is so strange.

　　Because the things Fu Ying presented were always the neatest, cleanest and most perfect.

　　I don't know when, suddenly there was one.

　　Corners that can never be smoothed out.

　　*

　　Because a classmate passed away unexpectedly, and the most important graduating class was involved in the accident, Beiwan No. 1 Middle School specially arranged a psychological counselor.

　　From that day on, every night during self-study, a teacher from the Academic Affairs Office would hold a roster at the door of the classroom and call students to go to the comprehensive building for an appointment.

　　The first people to be called were people who were close to Ji Fanling, including Zhou Sui who sat next to her, Chen Jun who sat in front of her, and Cheng Jiali from the international class who learned from other students that he had close contacts with Ji Fanling.

　　Then there are the classmates who have interacted with her, such as the leader of Ji Fanling's group, the classmates who were on duty with her, etc.

　　Finally, there are the ordinary classmates.

　　The first group of people who went there always cried a lot. They spent the whole night studying in class and were called over for talks for several days.

　　Especially Zhou Sui, who always comes back with swollen eyes.

　　The classmates who went later were obviously much more emotionally stable.

　　Fu Yingcheng was among the last students whose name was called, even behind his deskmate, because his deskmate was a math class representative and often remembered Ji Fanling's name.

　　When it was his turn, it was already nearly twenty days later.

　　Fu Yingcheng walked into the psychological consultation room. The psychology teacher sat on the office chair with a relaxed posture. He handed over a questionnaire and a black gel pen and asked Fu Yingcheng to sit on the sofa. , fill it in slowly.

　　As soon as Fu Yingcheng wrote his name, the administrative office teacher next to him who was about to leave suddenly noticed Fu Yingcheng's face: "Hey, you are Fu Yingcheng, right?"

　　"Well, what's wrong?" Psychology teacher ask.

　　"He was the top scorer in the high school entrance examination when he came here, and he has been the top scorer in our school for two consecutive years." The administrative teacher smiled, "This year, he is the top scorer in science."

　　"Jeering," said the psychology teacher The teacher was surprised, "How powerful is that?"

　　"Hurry up and tutor our top picks, don't affect our grades." The administrative teacher teased.

　　"That's for sure, there is nothing more important than studying."

　　After about twenty minutes, Fu Yingcheng filled out the questionnaire and handed it back to the psychology teacher.

　　The psychology teacher took it and glanced at it casually: "It's okay, classmate, you can go."

　　The young man looked at her steadily.

　　"What's wrong?" The psychology teacher noticed that he didn't move.

　　"Is this the end?" Fu Yingcheng asked.

　　"Ah yes," the psychology teacher smiled, "You are already in your third year of high school. Time is tight, so I won't waste your time."

　　Fu Yingcheng stood up.

　　There seemed to be something quietly festering in the chest.

　　That indifferent attitude is like saying nakedly, I know you have nothing to do with her or have any contact with her. The students we focus on have all received psychological counseling, but you are not included among these people. ‌.