Chapter 1126: Chapter 642: The Body of Truth
The first class in the afternoon was the physics teacher’s class.
The physics teacher was a busy person, often working part-time at a tutoring center in An City, earning much more in a month than his official teaching job, so he naturally wasn’t too committed to this job.
Of course, he certainly wouldn’t quit, as it was a stable government job.
He wasn’t very tall, had small eyes, and wore glasses.
At that moment, as the physics teacher stood at the podium teaching, after finishing a problem, he looked at the listless students below, feeling tempted to boast about his son, who was both academically outstanding and his pride and joy.
The physics teacher instinctively wanted to speak, but suddenly, he noticed Cui Yu and Meng Gui, and instantly recalled how last time, these two students, in chorus, had hinted in class that his son didn’t resemble him.
Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of a rope, the physics teacher thought it over, and when he saw Xue Yuantong awake in the southwest corner, he immediately had an idea.
The physics teacher adjusted his glasses and said to the whole class, "You students should take a look at Xue Yuantong! He ranks first in the whole school and still works hard to study diligently. And you, you know nothing but how to waste away!"
Upon hearing this, Cui Yu tossed his textbook aside, "If someone better than me works that hard, then what’s the point of my effort?"
Meng Gui similarly stashed his book in the desk drawer and said, "Losing at the starting line is better than losing at the finish. Saves a race."
Duan Shigang also tossed his textbook, "I’m done studying starting today!"
The physics teacher was stunned; are students nowadays that fragile?
He only said one sentence!
But he had only spoken halfway and had to continue with the routine:
"Speaking of being first in the whole school, it reminds me of my son. In his recent senior year joint exams, he was once again first in the whole school."
The physics teacher smiled.
All the students didn’t need to guess; they knew the next few minutes would be filled with comparisons and lectures.
Wu Xiaoqi hugged a basketball and gave a mocking laugh.
The physics teacher noticed this scene, his eyes flashed, and he continued:
"My son’s academic excellence aside, what’s key is his height, he’s six foot one, and wow, he’s amazing at basketball! Just a slight jump, and he can touch the hoop! Some students couldn’t reach it in a lifetime!"
Wu Xiaoqi continued to snicker.
The physics teacher thought to himself, ’You little punk, not convinced, huh?’
He continued, "He just plays casually, and wasn’t there some league tournament at the school last time? My son’s team came second!"
Cui Yu led the applause, "Great!"
Meng Gui, "Great, great, congratulations to the physics teacher’s son on winning the runner-up!"
Wang Longlong joined the crowd, "Ouyang’s son has the aura of a basketball king!"
In a flash, thunderous applause resounded throughout the classroom.
Why did the physics teacher feel so strange? Shouldn’t the students, after hearing of his son’s excellence, show some embarrassed expressions?
Then he could give them a few words of encouragement and be satisfied.
The physics teacher felt a sense of losing control over the classroom.
Miao Zhe had been joining in the excitement, when suddenly Wu Xiaoqi gave him a look, then glanced at his basketball, holding up five fingers.
Meaning 50 bucks.
Miao Zhe got the hint and asked aloud, "Teacher, since Senior Ouyang is second, who is first?"
The classroom suddenly went quiet.
Wu Xiaoqi held his basketball and slowly stood up, "It was me."
The physics teacher’s lips twitched, he took a deep breath and deliberately sighed, "Oh, the young girls nowadays, they don’t study well. Every time my son plays basketball, there’s always a crowd around, even bringing him drinks."
At this point, the physics teacher couldn’t hide his pride, and though he suppressed a laugh, he feigned a serious face:
"But prioritizing studies is crucial now; I can’t let him date yet. Alas, what a waste of his six-foot-one height, but once he’s in college, with his good grades and tall stature, who knows how many he’ll date. I’ll have to screen them for him in the future!"
Looking at Wu Xiaoqi again, his small eyes were full of pride, ’Little punk, made me lose face, did you?’
Wu Xiaoqi glanced at Miao Zhe, and this time held up five fingers again.
Another 50 bucks.
Miao Zhe shook his head; his wit wasn’t enough to come up with a retort.
Wu Xiaoqi was getting a bit annoyed, when across the river, Wang Longlong, held up one finger.
Wu Xiaoqi made an OK gesture.
Wang Longlong cleared his throat, "Gee, Wu Xiaoqi’s not that good; although he’s good at basketball, his grades are terrible. With only a few lakeside villas at home, who knows how many dates he’ll miss out on in the future, can’t compare!"
The physics teacher continued the lesson with a scowl.
...
After class, Wang Longlong flicked the red hundred-dollar bill and laughed heartily, asking Brother Ma:
"Does this count as turning knowledge into money?"
In the south of the classroom, Chen Siyu frowned, her eyes filled with contemplation about life.
Geng Lu looked at her and thought she was really silly.
Chen Siyu spoke, "Lu Lu, why, during class, did the physics teacher emphasize Xue Yuantong’s hard work and not her talent?"
"I think compared to effort, her talent is obviously more important!"
Geng Lu told her, "Because only effort is a trait that can be learned. If the teacher said Xue Yuantong did well because of her high IQ, no amount of effort from you can match her. Wouldn’t that harm the students’ confidence?"
Chen Siyu pondered.
Their conversation was normal, which Song Sheng heard, and he tapped the front desk, mocking, "Chen Qian, didn’t you hear? Effort is insignificant in the face of talent!"
Song Sheng’s grades were decent, ranking in the top ten of the class, and not at the bottom of that ten.
If he couldn’t improve, he’d think of ways to make others regress.
Chen Qian remained unmoved and calmly said, "So what?"
He secretly clenched his fists; others thought he studied hard every day, relying only on effort, but little did they know he had talent too, his talent being ’Nurture compensates for nature.’
As long as I work hard, I will progress!
Nearby, the voices of Dong Qingfeng, Jiang Yanan, and Shen Qing’e chatting could be heard, occasional laughter proving they were having a pleasant conversation, even occasionally mentioning his name.
If it were any other boy who heard girls talking about him, they’d definitely not resist turning around.
Who could resist that kind of temptation?
But Chen Qian stayed true to his heart, unmoved, focusing solely on studying.
He secretly held his breath, continued to work hard reading books, and waiting for the day he becomes the number one in his grade, by then what should be his will definitely still be his!
This was the path of Chen Qian, a path constructed with knowledge to establish truth, then crush everything.
Since ancient times, those who have successfully walked this path are none other than saints!
At this moment, Pang Jiao entered the classroom holding milk tea.
Ever since Pang Jiao was framed by Chai Wei last time, with the punishment of staying in school for observation, her presence has significantly diminished.
"Oh Jiaojiao, you’ve bought milk tea again!" Wang Yanyan’s fish-like eyes swirling.
Pang Jiao: "Don’t worry, for the sake of dieting, I only bought half-sugar milk tea."
Wang Yanyan: "Crying, Jiaojiao you’re working so hard on dieting, everyone else drinks full sugar, only you drink half-sugar."
Chen Qian heard the conversation between the two and looked up at the milk tea in Pang Jiao’s hand. Suddenly, a string of numbers jumped out in his mind, forming a calculation formula. Even if Chen Qian had no intention to control it, the calculation started to proceed on its own.
In the blink of an eye, an answer appeared.
The truth emerged in Chen Qian’s mind.
The God of Truth illuminated the path forward, at this moment, countless wise men of the past who have sacrificed for the truth seemed to bless him.
Chen Qian: ’I can’t control myself!’
In the midst of this whispering, his left hand suddenly raised up, covering his mouth.
The truth was choked off.
He personally closed the door to the truth.
However, his right hand suddenly lifted, grabbing his left wrist, balancing the force between them.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, ’My body has a door that cannot be closed!’
The restriction was lifted, Chen Qian expressionless, recited: "The capacity of a normal large cup of milk tea is 700 milliliters. According to the common milk tea sugar level division in the market, if full sugar is 100%, half sugar is not 50%, but 75%. The milk tea Pang Jiao bought is a bucket, with a capacity of 1000 milliliters, despite being half sugar, the actual sugar content is higher than that of ordinary large cup milk tea..."
His rational, precise words echoed in the classroom, resulting in a horrifying silence.
The originally jubilant Pang Jiao, her face visibly turned to outrage, shouted: "You! Want! To die!"
The intense murderous aura overwhelmed, almost materializing into reality with its ferocity.
Chen Qian’s legs felt cold; he seemed to sense those sages who sacrificed themselves centuries ago.
His insight enlightened: ’So this is the price for speaking the truth?’
Terror lingered in the classroom.
At this moment, Chai Wei stood up, put one hand in his pocket, staring at Pang Jiao, mocked coldly:
"Others lose weight because they’ll look better when slimmer; you’re already ugly, why lose weight?"
...
In the end, a fight didn’t break out because Pang Jiao already had the punishment hanging over her, afraid to act recklessly.
To prevent being wrongly accused by Chai Wei again.
Actually, Pang Jiao was fortunate not to move, as Chai Wei’s hand in his pocket was holding a phone, ready to call Director Yan anytime.
In the southwest corner of the classroom, Jiang Ning noticed a hint of regret on Bai Yuxia’s charming face.
This made him somewhat amused.
Jiang Ning withdrew his Divine Sense, took out a coin-sized piece of jade, and a set of assortment files, gently carving.
Bai Yuxia noticed, the color of the jade wasn’t the common white, but a pale green hue, its gloss warm, neither as intense as glass nor as dull as wax, but positioned between the two, refined yet restrained.
With just one glance, Bai Yuxia liked this color.
Just like the smoky purple hand chain Jiang Ning gave her.
Bai Yuxia gently asked, "Are you preparing to carve jewelry?"
As soon as she spoke, her deskmate Chai Wei came over, saw Jiang Ning holding a file grinding jade, and laughed immediately.
Chai Wei had just faced Pang Jiao head-on and retreated unscathed, astonishing the whole class.
At this moment, he was proud within, happily said, "Jiang Ning, you’re just doing this for fun, right?"
Jiang Ning replied, "Just playing around."
Chai Wei said, "The craft of carving requires a large amount of time. Without it, whatever carved is just a laughingstock at best."
"But well, it’s a good pastime."
Chai Wei talked eloquently.
Jiang Ning said nothing, just continued to carve the jade plate lightly with his assortment files.
Bai Yuxia’s expression was akin to a calm lake surface, undisturbed and hard to read.
She watched Jiang Ning’s actions for a while, asked, "Is it a jade pendant this time?"
"No, this time I’ll make it simple, a ring." Jiang Ning replied.
Chai Wei saw Bai Yuxia seemed quite interested, he was displeased inside and continued, "What do you mean by simple? A ring isn’t considered simple at all."
Bai Yuxia softly said, "It counts as simple."
Chai Wei pursed his lips downward, forming a disgruntled curve, thought to himself, ’Bai Yuxia, Bai Yuxia, is your perception also this narrow?’
But it didn’t matter, Chai Wei was about to reveal Jiang Ning’s true colors.
’Pretending, right? I’ll let you pretend!’
Chai Wei’s eyes slowly narrowed with sharp light glittering in his pupils, fingers gently tapping the desk as if playing a victory melody, while his sharp gaze directed:
"Simple? What is simple, there ought to be a comparison, shouldn’t there?"
Bai Yuxia’s fair face showed some fluctuation, a subtle smile hidden, she said nothing but made a gesture.
She gently pinched the edge of her sleeve, slowly rolled it upwards, and as the sleeve ascended, a delicate white jade baby tiger quietly lay on the girl’s slender, soft wrist, seeming to guard everything for her.
She softly said, "Does this count?"
Chai Wei squinted, only to see the white jade baby tiger vivid and adorable yet exuding a type of undeniable fierce aura.
Jiang Ning said, "That baby tiger, it’s alright."
Upon hearing, Chai Wei’s pupils widened in shock, seemed to refocus all that was before him, wanted to speak but his throat felt dry, his mind holding only one thought:
’No, this isn’t possible!’