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In the third semester, Brother Hui and I became deskmates. With him, he always keeps silent and works hard.
There are many review classes in grade three, and teachers seldom give lectures. I took a thick stack of test papers and leafed through them one by one, scrutinizing them one by one.
I am poor at math, so I have a lot of questions to ask Brother Hui. Once, it occurred to me to integrate all the routine questions on the math test paper and try to find a set of methods to solve the routine questions quickly. But those abstruse mathematical formulas and theorems are as strange as gobbledygook to me. I wanted to ask the teacher in the past, but some questions were too many and I was bored, so I went back to my brother.
Brother Hui readily promised me. When studying legal issues, he was as absorbed as ever and didn't say much. But every time he studies a problem, he will write a series of deduction formulas on it. Every time I encounter something I don't understand, I will rudely break the sand nest and ask the question to the end. It wasn't until he told me about the knowledge from grade one to grade three that I nodded and buried my head in the book again. My glasses drooped bit by bit and I fell asleep on the book.
In the days to come, as soon as we have a math class, Brother Hui and I will consciously take out the test paper and study the regular questions.
After repeated failures, I tried to line up all the data related to this topic in order to form a series. Arrange the difference between two adjacent numbers in the second line, and so on until the difference between two adjacent numbers is the same. I found that there are two kinds of series, one is that it will be terminated when it is pushed to the third floor; The other one won't stop until the fourth floor. Substituting two different formulas into two series, we can work out the answer.
This method was finally recognized by the teacher. I jumped up in my excited seat, dancing and ecstatic. After I calmed down, I found my classmates staring at me with strange eyes. I looked around, at a loss. After sitting down quickly, hold Brother Hui's hand tightly with both hands. He smiled, brilliant smile, silly smile, brilliant smile, like a blooming sunflower.
When boasting to my classmates, I named this hierarchical reasoning method "Huige Law", so that everyone went to him for advice later, but forgot my existence. But I have no regrets. If Huige and I are compared to Marx and Engels, then I am Marx, who is famous for Huige's "good friend". But I won't name * * *' s theory "Marxism" because most of it belongs to him.
In the senior high school entrance examination, I got 106 in math, even though I have been below 100. Although this achievement may not be surprising to others, it seems to me to be a miracle.
Brother Hui and I were admitted to the same school. Seeing each other again, there is a feeling of "helpless flowers falling like a swallow" I ate with him in the dining hall, but he still hasn't changed a bit: thick glasses, unkempt hair, heavy schoolbag, and his eyes are a little dull. Maybe in the eyes of others, he is an out-and-out bookworm, but I know that he is as stupid as a fool.
Yesterday, in the cold wind yesterday. Autumn has come, and the flowers of my alma mater have withered in the wind. When I think of the desolation of Daiyu's sister Leng Yue's buried flower soul, I feel sorry for her thin body in the wind, and I also feel puzzled and wry smile for her "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more". People are not as good as flowers, sometimes they live and sometimes they die. I don't want to be "as beautiful as summer flowers", I want to "die in the quiet beauty of autumn leaves"
My junior high school also passed away smoothly, but I am not sad because only when the beautiful flower season in the middle school has passed away can we usher in a newer and better flower season in senior high school. The long road of life, my story with Brother Hui is over, and our friendship will last forever. Looking forward to the next better story. Who will go with me?