I don’t know the theorem, I’m not sure, it doesn’t matter, let’s give an example and work backwards. Must two triangles with three equal angles be congruent? He drew a picture on a piece of paper and laughed.

Definitely not. The angle can only control the direction of the line segment, not the length.

That's the edge-side theorem.

In the same way, he derived the corner sides and the corner sides.

"Pah, pah, pah."

Just as he was pushing hard, the table was knocked three times. At some point, Teacher Song stood in front of his desk.

"What are you doing? Are you having fun?!"

Just as Zhao Peng was about to speak, he was lightly tapped on the forehead by Teacher Song, "Hurry up. If you don't do well in the exam this time, be careful."

Zhao Peng didn't feel much pain. He knew that this was his initial warning. If he didn't obey again, he would hit harder.

Make auxiliary lines, invert the side lengths, and determine the coordinate system...

With a problem-solving idea, he can solve the problem with ease, with ease, a piece of cake, and his writing speed is as fast as flying.

"So, it can be proved that point A and point B are on a straight line..."

After writing the last period, he took a long breath.

It’s been a long time since I’ve passed an exam so heartily. In comparison, this kind of purely theoretical questions are really easy to do. It’s not like when he got some certificates in later generations, those questions seemed to be afraid of people’s understanding.

Get up and hand in your papers.

He took the paper and put it on the desk, turned around and left the classroom.

Teacher Song was walking around the classroom and accidentally discovered that Zhao Peng had already handed the paper to the table. He looked at the time and saw that it was only half time, and he suddenly became furious.

He ran out of the door in three steps and shouted: "Zhao Peng, get back here!"

Zhao Peng, who had walked far away, heard the call to him and pointed to the toilet not far away, "Teacher, people have three urgent needs."

"You little bastard." Teacher Song was furious.

He knew that Zhao Peng's family conditions were not good and he had been taking extra care of him. This time he even hoped that Zhao Peng could get a place. Because as long as he gets a place in the municipal competition in the school-level selection competition, the school will reward him with 200 yuan per subject.

He really wanted Zhao Peng to get it.

Although everyone is not rich financially, Zhao Peng is extremely poor.

He has taken Zhao Peng for several years, but he has never seen him wear new clothes or new shoes. His old bicycle is almost as good as his own.

Except for the bell, everything else is ringing.

But this unlucky guy!!

If something goes wrong at home, something will happen, but you can't indulge yourself. The top three in the class fell to fifth, ninth, and last week it was 19th. If you continue to fall like this, not only will you miss the key points, but you will also have problems with your grades.

Last Friday, I gave him a letter of application for withdrawal from school in his homework. What is this for? A rebellion or a demonstration?

It's really lawless.

Seeing that he looked good today, I thought he could take the exam well, but the time for 120 points has only been less than an hour, so what can he do?

Are you in a hurry to go to the toilet and can't catch the hot one if you're late?

Returning to the lectern, he picked up the paper with disgust and looked at the first few multiple-choice questions. Hey, the accuracy rate was not bad...all the multiple-choice questions were correct. Fill in the blanks...the first question, the second question...were also all correct. .

Teacher Song was a little excited. He turned over the test paper and looked behind him.

Just one glance and my face was filled with shock.

I was so surprised that my heart was beating fast. All the big questions were done neatly, clearly organized, in a standardized format, and the answers were flawless.

In fact, his thinking mode for the last question was even more clever and faster than mine.

This is... a perfect score!

Teacher Song's hands were shaking so much that she almost dropped the paper.

The test paper this time belonged to the seven-county joint examination. The difficulty of the test paper was a bit more difficult than the daily test. It took him nearly 100 minutes to write the paper himself, and he got two questions wrong the first time.

But this kid, he was absolutely right.

It only took less than 60 minutes. How on earth did he do it?

He seemed to see the skinny black kid in the first grade of junior high school again. He got full marks in all subjects in his first mock exam.

Is he back?

…

Zhao Peng didn't know why Teacher Song was glaring at him just after handing in the test paper, but in the next moment he was smiling happily, and even patted his shoulder enthusiastically, asking him to relax and give his best in the next exam.

Anyway, just do it.

He doesn't seek good grades in mathematics, but in the following Chinese and English subjects, he tries his best to get rankings.

The competition currently only includes Chinese and Mathematics, but chemistry, physics, and politics are not yet involved.

He still has two chances.

The next part of English is almost stress-free.

English is a subject that cannot support a rich vocabulary of words and a sufficient foundation of vocabulary, and it basically becomes the category of primary school Chinese. He only lost seven points in CET-6, and in the junior high school English test, it was almost as good as one plus one. Simple.

If the exam is a game, then he is a cheater, a real cheater.

As long as he doesn't commit suicide, who can stop him!

As the bell rang, all the students stopped writing, sighed, felt depressed, or anxiously handed their papers to the desk. Zhao Peng originally finished the papers thirty minutes in advance, but felt that handing in the papers in advance was too pushy, so he I waited until the end of class to hand it in.

After the exams for the two classes in the morning were finished, it was already 12 noon, and it was time to eat.

Zhao Peng ate at school in the first and second grades of junior high school, and started to study as a day student in the third grade of junior high school. But when he ran to the bicycle place, he found that the old bike was out of gas again, with no air left at all.

"Kill the Sa family!"

Zhao Peng smiled bitterly, thinking that he might be the most miserable reborn person, but he was starving because his car was out of gas and he couldn't go home.

"Zhao Peng, why don't you leave?"

Tian Yongqiang also came to the shed to ride a bicycle. When he saw Zhao Peng asking a question, he saw the tire again and smiled: "It's out of gas again. You might as well leave this broken bicycle with a big hole in front of the door."

This was the first sentence Zhao Peng and Tian Yongqiang said after their rebirth.

He looked at this former friend, his body flying in the air and landing heavily flashed before his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

There is nothing more reassuring than standing in front of a friend who has been separated forever.

"You go ahead and I'll see who can give me a lift or repair the tire."

Tian Yongqiang's home faces north, and Zhao Peng's home faces south. They are opposite directions and are not the same road.

"Then I'll leave first. I'll bring you apples to eat in the afternoon."

Tian Yongqiang's family has five or six acres of apple orchards. Every year, he brings green apples to Zhao Peng from April until the late harvest in September. He is three years older than Zhao Peng and takes care of Zhao Peng like a little brother.

He was Zhao Peng's only true best friend in junior high school in his previous life.

"Let's go you."

After Tian Yongqiang left, Zhao Peng saw that there was no one around, and it was estimated that no one would take him, so he pushed his bicycle to the street to repair the tire.

Yucai Middle School is on the south side of the street, only three to four hundred meters away from the street.

While pushing on the street, someone suddenly kicked the bicycle from behind. Zhao Peng was unprepared and almost lost control of the bicycle and fell to the ground.

He turned around and saw that it was Liu Longgang.

"Why did you kick me? Liu Longgang."

Liu Longgang has beautiful peach blossom eyes, his hair is parted in the middle like Aaron Kwok, and he rides a brand-new mountain bike with one foot on the ground and only one hand holding the handlebar, with a light and pretty expression.

"Why don't three good students ride away on bicycles?"

"I'm exhausted. My shabby car can't compare to your famous car." Zhao Peng said with a smile.

"How did you do in the exam today?" Liu Longgang asked.

Zhao Peng pointed to the bicycle, "I have to go to repair the tire, and I don't have time to chat. Let's talk about it in the afternoon." Zhao Peng didn't want to continue to pester. He knew that Liu Longgang had no good intentions, so he wanted to push the bicycle and move on.

"Crack!"

He had just taken a few steps when he was kicked again, this time harder than the previous one. Zhao Peng ran a few steps before he stabilized himself.

"Are you so sick?!" Zhao Peng looked at Liu Longgang coldly, "What do you want to do?"

But Liu Longgang laughed: "That's quite arrogant. What the hell were you doing at the door of the classroom on Friday afternoon? Don't you know?"

Zhao Peng was speechless for a moment.

this……

He really didn't know what to say. After all, he and Hu Li were boyfriend and girlfriend, and he kissed his girlfriend for no reason. This was indeed worth a fight.

The hatred of killing his father and taking away his wife is something that no man can bear.

He remembered that he didn't see anyone at that time, and he didn't know why the news spread. There really was no airtight wall in the world.
To be continued...