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"Snoring" Zhang Jun dreamed of Duke Zhou in math class and slept like a pig. His nose keeps ringing in class. The math teacher is a man. He has a beautiful face. For him, face is more important than life. Seeing that Zhang Jun dared to sweep his face in public, he picked up the brush in a rage and threw it at Zhang Jun at the speed of light years per second. Paint like a meteor across the classroom, quickly and accurately hit Zhang Jun's forehead.
Zhang Jun woke up from a big dream and stood up and cursed: "Which son of a bitch threw something at me, stand up quickly!" Zhang Jun touched his forehead and complained to the math teacher, "Teacher, some students hurt me in class. You have to make a decision for me. " The whole class laughed, and the math teacher said in distress situation, "Zhang Jun, you are a senior three student. Please don't be so naive. Just put a powder eraser in this class. The powder is put on the platform. Which classmate will be so bold to throw it to you under my nose. "
Zhang Jun said semi-classically, "Did adults use hidden weapons to hurt me?" The class burst into laughter again.
The math teacher nodded with satisfaction and said, "You guessed it right. It seems that your logical thinking is not bad, but why is the math exam a single digit every time? "
"Single digits are easy to remember, we are history. ...