After Being Electrocuted by a Little Bee

This is my first novel, so please be gentle with it😭 There will be a big twist in the plot later, so stay tuned~~ Copywriting of this article Zhang Jinyan died unjustly. The National Mathematical Olympiad gold medal coach did not fall on the podium, or in the sea of ​​questions, but in the hands of a little bee - not a bee, but a teacher's loudspeaker, the kind that leaks electricity. When I woke up, I found myself lying in the reincarnation hall of the underworld, with a number plate in my hand: Z9999. Looking up, the LED screen scrolled with the call information: "Please go to window No. 3, No. A378", "Mengpo soup special offer today: spicy flavor limited to 50 bowls", "Those who jump in line will be deducted merit points, and those in serious cases will be sent to the Blood Pool Hell to work as a thermostatic inspector." What's even more outrageous is that he has to take a math test before reincarnation. The paper was written by the King of Hell himself, and the final question had no solution. Zhang Jinyan had an occupational disease and pointed it out on the spot. Then he was detained. "Teach my unfaithful son to pass mathematics. You will return to Yang but regret it." The "rebellious son" mentioned by the King of Hell is a middle-school boy with silver-dyed hair and riveted leather clothes. His only evaluation of mathematics is "the shackles that imprison the soul." Zhang Jinyan looked at his face that needed a beating and took a deep breath. ——Okay, just treat it as a competition class. What he didn't expect was that this class of students was not only rebellious, but also brought with them three hundred years of secret family history. What he didn't even expect was that the civil servant from Hades sent to "supervise" him was a data controller wearing gold-rimmed glasses. On the first day we met, I handed him a 37-page "Regulations on the Management of External Experts" and said businesslikely: "Mr. Zhang, please abide by the regulations." Zhang Jinyan took the document and glanced at it. "Mr. Meng studied economic management during his lifetime?" Meng Lingjun's hand pushing up his glasses paused: "How do you know?" "The file classification method, the risk assessment framework, and -" he pointed to the watch exposed on her sleeve, "you are calculating the time cost of our conversation." The two looked at each other for three seconds. One that puts reason first and one that worships order. The middle school boy next to him was eating melon seeds and watching the show: "Let's fight! Let's fight!" Then there was a real fight. But not what they thought. Meng Po's soup was unsaleable, so Meng Po chased her to the tutoring corner with a spoon. The hell parent group flooded the screen late at night, complaining that he "scared the children by asking questions." The daughter of the judge's family pretended to be sick every day, saying that the circle on the blackboard was spinning. Zhou Zheng entered the classroom with his photo beads, and every sentence he said had to be recorded and reviewed. Zhang Jinyan frantically tested the rules, while Meng Lingjun risked being transferred to help him sift through data. Until one day, they found out the truth three hundred years ago. It turned out that Qin Shuo had been waiting for three hundred years, and what he was waiting for was a ball of air. It turned out that the man imprisoned in the eighteenth level of Blood Pool Hell was his grandfather. It turns out that the whistleblower is the hero. Zhang Jinyan looked at the young man's collapsed face and suddenly remembered the words he asked during the first class: "Mathematics is the starry sky and exams are the bird poop on the telescope?" "Yes," he said, "but the telescope is yours and the bird poop can be wiped off." ——Later he found out that Qin Shuo had always remembered those words. Just like when he remembered the jade talisman that Meng Lingjun gave him, his ears turned red and he said, "I'll save something for you." Just like Meng Lingjun remembered the days when he was preparing lessons at the observatory, even though he was trapped, he was still designing exercises for Ma Ying'er, correcting homework for Qin Shuo, and giving her a reply about "how long to wait before seeing each other again" formula. The teacher said that a teacher is not called a teacher only because he stands on the podium. The teacher is, someone is waiting for him to go back and give lectures. The jade talisman was always warm. Like someone is waiting. --- Reading Guide · Mathematics teacher × data-controlled civil servant, the heartbeat of a rational person is the infinitely approaching asymptote in the function image · The group portraits of teachers and students all have stories: the rebellious boy × the daughter who pretended to be sick × the imp in the blood pool × the supervisor who copied the lesson plan × the parent who turned from a complaint to a real sweetheart · Daily life in the underworld × Machiavellian plot × Three hundred years of truth, laughing and discovering that life is not easy for everyone · Mathematical formulas are love words, homework corrections are worries, and that jade charm is the unspoken "don't leave" --- Intention: When King Juan took Nejuan to the underworld, the King of Hell panicked, and I ended up with a wife.