Chapter 22: Generous Mathematics does not deceive, but it can insult. Teacher Bai talked a lot, and Zheng Fa felt that every word was like a knock on his head. "Do you understand now?" He heard Teacher Bai ask himself, raised his head, and gave him a confused look in return. "What about you?" The old man asked Tang Lingwu who was standing beside him. "That's about right." Tang Lingwu said softly, "This isn't that difficult, is it?" Teacher Bai looked at Tang Lingwu and nodded, then looked at Zheng Fa and sighed deeply. Zheng Fa: ...Although you two didn’t target me, I felt that the insults you both used were quite dirty. "I'll tell you again, Mr. Zheng, please listen carefully."
Teacher Bai did not give up. He picked up the pen again and wanted to break it into pieces and feed it to Zheng Fa bit by bit. Then he made Zheng Fa understand that if you don't try your best, you won't know how capable you are of some things. Tang Lingwu on the side had already started yawning out of boredom, while Zheng Fa still had a confused look on his face, and could only be said to have half understood. "I have never taught a student as stupid as you!" Teacher Bai threw the pen in his hand and said angrily. Zheng Fa was also a little frustrated, and heard Tang Lingwu whispered beside him: "Teacher Bai used to be a professor at Jingcheng University. It's normal that you can't compare to him." Zheng Fa was really comforted. Beijing University is the top university in the country, and its level is much higher than Zheng Fa's dream school, Jiangnan University. Zheng Fa is very self-aware. He knows that he is at most a hard-working person, but definitely not a genius. But the old man was getting more and more anxious, his mouth full of disgust. "fool!" "You're out of your mind!" "Is Qingshui Middle School full of students like you? I think the salary your teacher gets is all compensation for mental damage!" Zheng Fa's mentality was very stable, but the old man had obviously exhausted his patience. He kept cursing Zheng Fa. Even in the middle of teaching, he angrily left Zheng Fa and ran to the balcony to smoke. Zheng Fa didn't break the defense, but he taught others to break it. "Are you okay?" Tang Lingwu had just listened to the old man's evaluation of Zheng Fa. Now looking at Zheng Fa's expression, she was full of sympathy: "What Teacher Bai said just now was a bit too much." "He is used to teaching those geniuses. It would be a disaster for him to teach me." Zheng Fa said that his mentality was very stable.
Compared with those vulgar jokes in Zhuangzi, this kind of scolding is really quite polite. "That's true..." Tang Lingwu nodded. "I heard him say before that he didn't understand how those who got full marks in math in the college entrance examination dared to apply for the Department of Mathematics at Jingcheng University." "?" “Because most true talents come through competition.” After Tang Lingwu explained, Zheng Fa once again deeply understood how useless he, who could only occasionally get over 130 in math, was in Teacher Bai's mind. "But he was talking too much." "It's okay. It's a good thing to be strict with me!" Zheng Fa even comforted Tang Lingwu. The girl looked at him deeply, a little impressed: "I find that you are quite generous. If it were me, I would not be able to bear it!" …… "Okay, you won't be able to learn anything else in a short time, so I'll explain these pictures to you clearly!" The old man finally gave up: "These pictures of yours are actually two kinds of patterns." "Some parts are probably incomplete." He added a few strokes to the pattern and drew two simpler shapes on the paper: "These pictures are transformed from these two simplest patterns." Zheng Fa looked at the two figures and memorized them in his mind. "It takes me thirty minutes to teach you, and I have to shorten my life by three years!" The old white man was still complaining. It was obvious that he felt a little regretful and wanted to back out. "How about I teach you?" "Ok?" "The secret that is never passed on, the unique skill of our master." Zheng Fa smiled particularly innocently. "Come, come, come!" The old man suddenly became excited and took Zheng Fa to an empty room. "Follow me!" Zheng Fa really meant what he was saying, and he demonstrated to the old man by posing in the Songhe Posture. Tang Lingwu watched curiously from the side, but he didn't care. The old man twisted his body and posed in the shape of a twisted dough stick. "Pa!" Zheng Fa slapped the old man on the back of his head. "What are you doing!" "Your head position is wrong!" Zheng Fa said seriously. "Oh." The old man straightened his head obediently. "Snap!" "Pull your arms back!" "Bang!" "Don't stick your belly out!" "Snap" "Stand firm on your legs!" The sound of "pa pa pa" made Tang Lingwu, who was standing by, feel pain and she and the old man grimaced.
"Legs forward!" "No, no! My legs are going to break!" The old man in white screamed miserably. Then I heard Zheng Fa say with a tone of regret: "fool!" "No oil on the body?" "I'm afraid your previous master was so angry with you that he didn't want to teach you anymore and turned himself in!" Tang Lingwu looked at Zheng Fa deeply from the side. I sincerely bowed deeply and apologized to the word "magnanimous" in my heart. When the old man Bai finally couldn't bear it anymore after standing on the pole for ten minutes, Zheng Fa let him go. According to Coach Xu, this old man's talent is indeed not good, at best it is an average to below average talent. Plus, as I get older, my bones become less flexible. It would be good if the speed of practicing Songhe Posture can be one tenth of that of Zheng's method. The old man pinched his aching arm and jumped on the spot: "Don't mention it, I feel a lot lighter." Zheng Fa was sure that with the old man's qualifications, he could not achieve anything in such a short time, and it was most likely a psychological effect. "Then let's say goodbye." Zheng Fa wanted to escape. "Wait!" The white old man stopped at the door: "Did you enjoy scolding me just now? Want to run away?" "..." "Study with me for another half an hour!" The old man pulled Zheng Fa and took out a reference book he had used for lectures from his study and began to torture Zheng Fa. It was around ten o'clock in the evening when Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu left. "Did you do it on purpose?" Tang Lingwu blinked and asked Zheng Fa in the corridor, "Did you deliberately anger Teacher Bai? To make him give you a lecture again?" "No, he did it on purpose." Zheng Fa picked up his schoolbag and looked back at her: "This old man is just waiting for someone to teach him." He did not miss the fleeting loneliness on the old white man's face when the two said goodbye. …… When I woke up again, I was in Zhao's house again. Gao Yuan was sleeping crookedly on the other bed, with a few pieces of paper scattered beside his pillow. Zheng Fa was so familiar with the pattern above that he almost vomited.
After a weekend of intensive tutoring at the old man's house, although the math was still difficult, Zheng Fa still figured out those pictures. At least Zheng Fa remembered how to understand the rules mathematically. "Awake?" Gao Yuan turned over in a daze, looked at Zheng Fa who had stood up, and rubbed his eyes. "Hurry up and get up. Coach Xu is waiting for us." Zheng Fa urged him. After Coach Xu taught them the Songhe Posture, he became a hands-off manager. Yesterday, or to be more precise, the day before Zheng Fa traveled to the modern era. He suddenly said that he wanted to see how the two of them had been practicing these days. (End of this chapter)