Chapter 6 Classroom Storm

When Ms. Victoria took Mike and entered the eleventh-grade classroom, a math class was in progress.

The female students in the classroom all exclaimed when they saw Mike enter through the door.

"Quiet, this is your new classmate, Mike..." Victoria suddenly seemed to be stuck, turned her head, and asked: "By the way, what is your full name?"

Mike: "Mike Quinn~"

"Very good. Mike Quinn. Find a seat for yourself." After Victoria arranged for Mike, she nodded to Ingram, the math teacher on the podium, and said, "Ingram, I'll leave this to you."

After that, Ms. Victoria left the classroom minding her own business just as she had arrived.

At Melford High School, students do not have fixed seats in class.

Those students who are dawdling naturally occupy the back row; most people choose to sit in the middle of the classroom, a less conspicuous position; and students who want to study hard will sit closer to the front.

In this class, little Sheldon, a special being, sat alone in the middle of the front row.

And because of his "personality", several adjacent seats next to him were all vacant.

Mike looked around the class, and with the girls raising their heads and looking expectantly, he walked to the seat on the left side of Little Sheldon and sat down.

His move also made the girls in the class "wail".

Mathematics teacher Ingram is a fat woman in her thirties who seems to have a very gentle personality.

After she waited for everyone in the class to be quiet, she verbally welcomed Mike, then turned around and continued to explain trigonometric functions on the blackboard.

Mike's intelligence has now exceeded 140, and he belongs to less than 1% of the world's high-IQ geniuses. He looked at the trigonometric function formulas on the blackboard, and then looked at the examples and demonstrations, and felt that these contents were super simple.

Moreover, Mike, who has experienced the question-sea tactic, can easily come up with several solutions to the questions on the blackboard.

At this time, Ms. Ingram had just finished explaining a classic example. I saw her writing down another high-level math question with the same idea, and asked: "Can someone tell me how to answer this question?"

Little Sheldon, who was sitting upright in the front row, was waiting for now. With a confident look on his face, he raised his little hand in an instant.

With Little Sheldon's IQ of 187, high school knowledge at this stage is not difficult at all.

He regards answering questions in class and looking for the teacher's "mistakes" as a pleasure.

When Ms. Ingram asked Sheldon, the only one who raised his hand, to stand up and answer the question.

On the side, there was another big hand, slowly raised.

...

"Wow~ It seems that our new classmate is not only handsome but also very smart." Ms. Ingram turned her attention to Mike, made a joke, and continued: "Well, Mike, tell me how to answer this question."

[Intelligence Attribute +2]

Picked up an attribute light group from the furious little Sheldon.

The corners of Mike's mouth curled up slightly, and then he stood up and used two different problem-solving ideas to solve the exercises on the blackboard.

"Very good, Mike's answer is completely correct, and he also provided us with a brand new way to solve the problem..." Ms. Ingram praised Mike without hesitation.

On the other side, little Sheldon watched Mike sit down again after answering the questions, feeling as if his beloved toy had been taken away.

In order to regain his "toy", little Sheldon looked at the function question on the blackboard again, and the various formulas and analytical combinations in his mind continued to decompose, combine, and evolve.

Finally, with a flash of inspiration, he found another way to solve the problem.

With a look of arrogance, little Sheldon raised his hand again.

"Sheldon, what else can you do?" Ms. Ingram asked.

"Yes, ma'am." Little Sheldon stood up with his little head held high and said, "I thought of another way to solve the function problem."

"Really, Sheldon, you are awesome." Ms. Gram first praised Sheldon habitually in a coaxing tone, and then said: "However, in this class, students only need to learn the most basic problem-solving methods from the books..."

See Sheldon seemed a little disappointed when she arrived, and Ms. Ingram comforted her: "Sheldon, if you are interested in finding new ideas for solving problems, you can talk to Mike after class." Ms.

Ingram thought she was She was kind, but she didn't know that after she said those comforting words, another small light ball fell from Little Sheldon's body.

[Intelligence attribute +1]

I have to say that little Sheldon is really a qualified "leek" and has learned to produce his own "wool".

Mike was delighted and accepted the light ball again.

Next, little Sheldon seemed to be trapped in a vicious cycle.

Whenever the math teacher asked a question, he was always the first to raise his hand, but every time it was Mike who answered the question.

This was nothing unusual. As a new classmate, Mike was so handsome and highly motivated to learn.

Ms. Ingram, naturally, she wants to give new students more opportunities to perform.

Here, Ms. Ingram can guarantee that she has never deliberately ignored Little Sheldon because he has repeatedly "found trouble."

However, little Sheldon didn't think so. He thought this was Ingram being partial and "dictatorship", since he clearly raised his hand first.

Finally, when the bell rang, a large light ball erupted from Little Sheldon's body because he had not been able to answer the question during the entire class.

Seeing Ingram leaving, he chased after him angrily.

...

At Little Sheldon's insistence, Ms. Ingram could only agree to an agreement: From now on, in math classes, a rush

-answer system will be implemented.

On the other side, Mike hooked his hand and grabbed the large light group.

[Intelligence attribute +5]

Mike took down the attribute happily and was thinking about where to have a good meal at noon to reward himself.

When he looked up, he saw that little Sheldon had returned at some point, staring at him expressionlessly.

"What's the matter? Sheldon." Mike asked.

"I'm here to inform you that you will never get any chance to answer questions from me in math class from now on." Little Sheldon declared seriously.

"Is that so?" Mike smiled, deliberately patted Ke on the shoulder, and said, "Then come on~"

However, this time, Little Sheldon did not contribute any more attributes to Mike.

Looking at the other party's leaving figure, Mike shook his head and walked out of the classroom.

Unexpectedly, just as Mike walked to the door, several girls from his class who were always paying attention to his movements quickly followed him.

Birds of a feather flock together: Factors such as wealth, status, personality, and even appearance can divide people into different camps.

And these camps will form small groups.

Here, the campus life of middle school students can be said to be a microcosm of society.

(End of chapter)