Pi Mousuo and His Trigonometric Functions

One day a video became a hot search topic, and Shen Lige, who had just finished proctoring the exam, was completely overwhelmed by the comment section. One of the high-like comments wrote: Ahhhh, those lousy readers are here right after they smell it! The one who was grabbed by the collar is definitely 1 and will not accept any rebuttal! ... What the hell? Teacher Shen, who is extremely smart, didn't understand what 1 meant after thinking for a long time. Reply from the first floor: The person who was grabbed by the collar is 0, okay! The one on the right looks like a cold, sullen and aggressive person. Reply from the second floor: Did I ask you to stop arguing? Don't you see that the two of them are evenly matched? I take advantage of each other! Reply from the third floor: Mutual attacks will be meaningless! ! ! I just like to see the aloof person on the right who was bullied and begged for mercy on the bed. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, can you write a post about it? I just rolled on the bed and screamed! The fourth floor replied with a photo: Stop arguing, the one on the left is definitely 1. I met them on the subway yesterday, and I visually judged that the one on the left is a few centimeters taller. Shen Lige clicked on the photo, and his pupils immediately dilated. When had they been secretly photographed? Damn it! It was such a tricky angle. If he remembered correctly, the explosion that the man made yesterday could crush people to death. This could be filmed secretly and in very high definition. Damn it, could he be a retired spy! Replied again from the first floor: Woohoo, I want to see a cold, sultry and aggressive guy. The handsome guy on the right just has his sultry look written on his face, right? Can someone fucking tell him what the hell he means? ! ! Yan Chongjing was wearing a basketball uniform and limited-edition sneakers, leaning on the aisle railing with a cigarette in his right hand. Shen Lige, wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, couldn't help but pinch out the cigarette in his hand and said with a serious expression: "Which class are you in? Who is the class teacher?" Yan Chongjing lowered his head to look at this person, touched the roof of his mouth with his tongue, and said with a smile: "Teacher, I am in Class 32." Class 32, the last class in the grade that frustrates the teacher, half of the students have companies or mines at home. Shen Lige was thinking about how to preach when Yan Chongjing took out a pack of cigarettes and said, "Teacher, would you like one?" Shen Lige: "..." "Name? Phone number?" Yan Chongjing sneered: "What? Teacher wants to date me?" "... Parents phone number." Reading guide: 1. Not a teacher-student article 2. The age difference is five years [The following are pre-collections] (Please click and collect) "Looking Back 1618" Copywriting After dropping out of school, Xie Zixiao made a living by working. As long as he had enough money, he would just roll up his sleeves and do it. This time he finally found a relatively easy job. He only had to stand in the amusement park and control the rides remotely. However, the temperature of 37 or 8 degrees burned his brain. He insisted on imitating those heroes in martial arts novels - drawing a sword to help when there is injustice on the road. People drew their swords to help, he was stabbed to help, but the hero pretended to be enough, just like his name. The next second he put on a mask and hat, someone would probably kneel on one knee and call him a hero, but he turned around and was informed that he was fired. Xie Zixiao had no choice but to find a job again. There are many coincidences in the world. A restaurant happened to be looking for part-time workers to take care of the food. Xie Zixiao's inner OS: mmp, you are such a fool that you can't even look down on your sister. Chen Yu saw that Xie Zixiao was quite handsome, but he liked to act serious, even though he looked about the same age as him. If Xie Zixiao ignored him, then he would deliberately go against Xie Zixiao in order to dampen this guy's energy. His spirit was not dampened, but Xie Zixiao rose to prominence and became his tutor overnight. Whenever he disagreed, he would scold him as stupid as a pig. Chen Yu left with his schoolbag on his back: "I'll go back and tell my dad that if you call him a pig, you won't be able to work in a restaurant tomorrow." In the evening, Chen Yu's father said: "Son, there is something we have been hiding from you for a long time. In fact, you picked it up from a pigsty owned by a fool in our hometown." Chen Yu: "..." Mmp, Xie Zixiao, you bastard, I have to stop that poisonous mouth of yours! Chen Yu cooked noodles for Xie Zixiao on a whim, and accidentally put the deadly devil's spicy chili pepper in Xie Zixiao's bowl. Unexpectedly, Xie Zixiao, a cunning guy, dropped the bowl with him, and Chen Yu had no choice but to admit defeat when the spicy food turned into a sausage mouth. I thought that the two of them would always maintain such a pure friendship like "good buddies", until one time when Chen Yu was drunk, he pressed on Xie Zixiao, hooked his neck and said coquettishly: "Brother Zixiao, do you like me?" Xie Zixiao was at a loss: "Baby, you drank too much." "You just like me, you call me baby, give me a kiss, brother Zixiao." Intention: The end is the starting point to meet you