There were a lot of people in the Olympiad math class. Lin Mo took a quick look around, and there were at least a hundred people sitting in the large multi - function room.
But everyone tacitly didn't communicate with each other, and there was no need for self - introductions.
Right from the start, a teacher who taught senior three math came onto the stage. After getting on stage, he directly took out a not - too - thin and not - too - thick Olympiad math exercise book and started explaining the problems.
The Olympiad math problems at the beginning were quite profound.
However, Lin Mo also spotted Xie Yuling among the crowd.
In his previous life, he never heard that Xie Yuling had joined the Olympiad math class. Of course, it was also possible that he just didn't pay attention.
Xie Yuling also saw Lin Mo, but she sat at another table. She just glanced at Lin Mo a few times and then started listening to the class attentively.
Lin Mo could sort of understand the problems the teacher on the stage was explaining, but he still took notes while listening.
His learning ability had improved as his spiritual consciousness grew, but Lin Mo thought he still had to buy a few exercise books to test his skills.
Although the upper limit of his ability had increased, if he didn't study, the lower limit would still be low.
There were quite a few people like Lin Mo who took notes, but there were more so - called "geniuses from sects" who didn't take notes.
After one class, Xu Haoming, the senior three math teacher, had explained three types of Olympiad math problems and several formulas.
For example, the product - to - sum and sum - to - product formulas, sequence summation, and sum and difference angle formulas.
It could only be said that as a senior three teacher, he really had some skills.
A lot of this knowledge was advanced knowledge for Lin Mo, who was only a freshman in high school.
However, this amount of information was within Lin Mo's acceptable range.
Seeing that Lin Mo had filled a whole page with notes, some people showed disdain, while others showed admiration.
In Xu Haoming's eyes, students like Lin Mo were truly good. They believed in the saying "A bad pen is better than a good memory".
After the class ended, Xu Haoming distributed two test papers.
"These two test papers should be handed in next Friday. Students who can't hand them in don't need to continue attending the training class."
After saying that, Xu Haoming turned around and left without paying any attention to these students from the training class composed of sophomores and freshmen.
Both test papers were designed to be completed within two standard class periods, with a full score of 150 and quite a number of questions.
Many people took a quick look and found that these questions not only included the problem types and formulas taught today but also many other directions of Olympiad math problems.
The biggest difficulty of Olympiad math problems was their trickiness.
They were tricky from every angle.
Lin Mo glanced around at the people, and their faces didn't look good.
Especially those who had never been exposed to Olympiad math or had only limited exposure, their faces looked even worse.
At this time, Xue Zigui walked up and asked calmly.
"Have you studied Olympiad math before?"
"No. It feels more tricky than regular math."
"More or less. There are just a lot more conditions. It's like many of the questions in the high - school entrance exam were simplified from Olympiad math problems and then selected."
Lin Mo understood this.
However, he thought he should be able to finish these two test papers.
"Do you want to work together to complete these two papers?" Xue Zigui turned to look at Lin Mo.
Many people around had already formed alliances with their acquaintances and were cooperating with each other to study these two papers.
But Lin Mo shook his head. "I want to try to do them by myself first. Can I ask you for help if I don't know how to do them?"
Those who are more knowledgeable should be respected. Lin Mo, who had been reborn, was definitely not stingy with the right attitude when seeking knowledge.
Xue Zigui nodded. "No problem. Let's chat on QQ."
At school, mobile phones couldn't be taken out openly, so Lin Mo tore off a piece of paper and wrote down his QQ number.
After their conversation ended, Lin Mo looked up and found that Xie Yuling was still standing beside him.
So he walked over.
"Waiting for me?"
"Yes." Xie Yuling was sparing with her words when there were a lot of people around.
Lin Mo guessed that this was probably Xie Yuling's self - protection mechanism.
"It's Friday today. I'm going home. You don't have to wait for me."
Xie Yuling shook her head. "I'll just wait here for a while."
After saying that, she walked towards the outside of the multi - function room.
Lin Mo didn't say anything and just followed her. They walked side by side, leaving a gap about the width of two fists between them.
Another student from Class 7 who had also been selected for the training class watched their backs from afar and frowned slightly.
He had thought that since he and Xie Yuling had both got the chance to participate in the Olympiad math training, he might be able to get closer to her.
But unexpectedly, Lin Mo was also here.
There were also many girls in Class 7 who had a crush on Lin Mo.
"Damn it!"
When they got back to the second - floor corridor, Xie Yuling couldn't help but sigh.
"What's wrong?"
"I won't come to this Olympiad math training class next week. It feels too difficult."
Since there was no one else in the corridor, Xie Yuling relaxed a little.
"Then don't come. Not everyone is suitable for Olympiad math."
If it had been the Lin Mo from his previous life, he might have given up during the class.
Xie Yuling suddenly turned to look at Lin Mo.
"Don't you think I'm being... too casual?"
"If something doesn't suit you or you don't like it, you should just say no. There's no need to waste time on it. It's better to go to the interest group you want to go to.
Just tell Ugly Duckling about it."
Xie Yuling was stunned. "Ugly Duckling?"
Only then did Lin Mo realize that he had slipped up. He immediately scanned the area with his spiritual consciousness and didn't see any teachers around. Then he lowered his voice and said, "It's Chen Xiaoya. It's the nickname our class gave her."
Xie Yuling burst out laughing. "Your class is so naughty. I think this nickname will spread throughout our class soon."
The male student following behind saw Xie Yuling's smile and felt extremely awkward.
He had never seen Xie Yuling smile in class, nor had he seen her chatting so much with anyone.
Was this Lin Mo the reincarnation of a great master?!
He watched as the two of them waved goodbye.
Xie Yuling carried her schoolbag and left directly, while Lin Mo still had to go back to the classroom.
When he got back to the classroom, the students on duty were still cleaning, and Chu Miaomiao was burying her head in her homework at her desk.
Lin Mo knocked on Chu Miaomiao's desk.
"Let's go. It's time to go home and have dinner."
Chu Miaomiao looked up and immediately started packing her things.
"Okay, let's go."
Chu Miaomiao only needed to put away her homework and she could leave right away.
Lin Mo just put his notebooks into his desk hole, slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, and left.
Last week, they had to wait for Zhang Yuzhong, who had stolen money, to show up, so they took the bus a little later.
There weren't as many people on the bus today as before.
But Chu Miaomiao still stood close to Lin Mo, using him to shield herself.
Soon they got home and had dinner.
The food was still as delicious as ever, and Lin Mo finished all the food on his plate.
After having his fill, Lin Mo went home early.
Just then, Jiang Yunlu suddenly sent Lin Mo a message on QQ.
"Do you want to go out and play tomorrow?"
Go out and play?
Lin Mo thought for a while. He wanted to buy some exercise books, so it would be okay to go out tomorrow.
So he replied.
"Sure. I'm going to the book center to buy some exercise books tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?"
The reply came back quickly.
"Okay! Let's go together!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
