Chapter 30 Classmate
Today's first lesson is Chinese. The Chinese teacher is a man in his sixties, wearing an old-fashioned pair of black-framed glasses. He doesn't look like a typical sixty-year-old, but rather very spirited. As he walked up to the podium, he slammed his fist on the desk with a loud "bang" and said: "You must listen carefully in my class and not make trouble. Otherwise, let's see whose head is harder, yours or my fist." Rongyao couldn't help but smile secretly at the bottom of the class, thinking that this old man was quite something.
The girl sitting next to me, named Ye Fan, was later called Yezi by everyone. "Hey, are you Rongyao?" Rongyao responded with a grunt. "Are you really Rongyao?" Rongyao turned her head and said irritably, "Miss, you've asked me that ten or twenty times since morning, aren't you tired of it?" Yezi smiled awkwardly and didn't speak, just kept looking at Rongyao with her head tilted. Seeing her expression, her eyes rolling around in confusion, really gave me a headache. But this girl was really something special. Rongyao's mouth twitched as she looked at Yezi seriously and said, "Yezi, if you keep staring at me like that, there will be trouble - you'll fall in love with me."
Ye Zi heard what I said and immediately fell onto the desk, her shoulders shaking non-stop. Liu Hao in the back heard clearly and burst out laughing, then quickly covered his mouth with his hand, but it was too late. The teacher stood on the platform looking over here, pointing at Liu Hao: "You...what's your name again? Ah yes, you're Liu Hao, Liu Hao stand up, what's so funny that you want to share with everyone, let us be happy together."
Liu Hao stood up, rubbed his nose, and looked at Rongyao with an innocent expression. The classmates sitting around them all heard what Rongyao said. Looking at Liu Hao's unlucky appearance, they pursed their lips, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.
"Teacher, I don't have anything happy."
"What are you laughing at?" Liu Hao stammered and couldn't speak, his face turned red with suffocation. After a long time, he finally said: "I had leg cramps just now, yes! I was having leg cramps, teacher, and I couldn't bear the pain so I shouted out loud, sorry teacher. I disturbed you and my classmates." He looked around at his classmates with satisfaction after finishing speaking. The teacher suspiciously sized up Liu Hao but didn't notice anything unusual, so she said: "Be more careful next time, sit down now. I'll continue with the lesson."
The day passed like this, with something conscious happening in every class, and I liked that feeling.
After finishing the evening self-study, on the way back to the dormitory, Rongyao kept thinking about what had happened to himself. During the summer vacation, he hadn't studied at all. But when he opened his book today and started reading, he discovered something different - no matter what words he saw, they would be deeply imprinted in his mind, just like a printer printing on his brain. He couldn't forget even if he wanted to. When he realized this, he felt an overwhelming joy, never expecting that cultivating "Yi Zhi" would also grant him the ability of photographic memory.
In the following days, he crazily studied all kinds of knowledge, computers, psychology, especially military affairs, and the methods of making guns and bombs. Whatever is useful will not be let go. After a few peaceful days, as soon as class was over, Rongyao saw Chenkun and Lei standing outside the classroom beckoning to him. They went to the back of the teaching building. Cao Wei mysteriously took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Chenkun. Then, with a playful smile, he said to Rongyao: "Boss, you have one too?" "When did you guys learn how to smoke?" "Hehe... actually we learned it long ago."
