One afternoon, in math class.
A ray of sunshine in winter lazily passes through the window behind the classroom, shoots into the corner and shoots at him. The math teacher picked up the chalk and quickly wrote a "five-star" problem on the blackboard for everyone to do. He didn't give up thinking, habitually put his head in his arms and let the pen in his hand draw all kinds of geometric figures mechanically. Time flies from a locked brow and a rotating nib. The classroom is very quiet.
The miracle finally appeared! I don't know where the gods secretly helped him, but he found a shortcut to solve the problem. He looked around, and Ouyang Jiawei, known as the "prince of mathematics" in this class, still frowned and the pen tip was still turning. He can't believe the fact. But after checking it several times, I told him again and again: you are great! He looked up, eager for the teacher to find him from the corner with surprised eyes. But the teacher's eyes never slackened, always staring at those excellent people. After a long silence, the teacher seems a little impatient with her "favorite students" and unwilling to take her eyes off them. I really dare not raise my hand. Few people raise their hands. He looked forward to the teacher's question with anxious eyes. But his corner is so far away, so far away. ...
He loosened his clenched fist again, bowed his head in pain and carefully compared his answers again. He found his answer much simpler than the method on the blackboard. He was on pins and needles again, staring at the teacher expectantly. He is looking forward to this opportunity. He was lucky this time because the teacher was smiling at the dust floating on the windowsill. The teacher's eyes glanced at him and stared at him blankly.
"You, what can I do for you?"
"... just ... that problem ..."
"Oh, I don't understand this question. Never mind, please sit down! "
He sat there blankly, like dust in a corner that would never attract attention. ...