C22 Killing
C22 Killing
No one had expected the situation to develop to such an unmanageable state.
Of course, everyone was more concerned about Zhang Yang's reaction!
"Alright!"
With a single word, the entire class fell silent!
Lee Penghui was surprised for a moment. He suddenly realized that something was wrong, but the abnormality quickly disappeared.
He didn't know what kind of medicine Zhang Yang had taken wrong, yet he actually provoked him at this moment. Wasn't this asking for death?
He didn't think that Zhang Yang could really memorize it. Let alone him, no one in this world could actually memorize it.
Alright, then I'll grant him that wish. In any case, he's just trash. Staying in class will only affect everyone, and the principal has already decided to punish him.
"Good!" As you said, if you can recite the first book verbatim, I will resign, but what if you can't recite it or make a mistake? "
"Impossible!"
Zhang Yang almost blurted it out as he looked around at his classmates and said, "If I can't do it, I'll quit school. Is there anyone who can testify?"
"I have a video as proof!"
"I'm a witness!"
A lot of people started talking, and everyone was enjoying the show. There were even a few guys who didn't want to panic as they raised their phones and shouted excitedly.
Su Su stared at Zhang Yang, she was also confused.
Could this be Zhang Yang's final trump card?
Impossible!
It had to be known that the first part of the senior year's review was about 30 pages, from strategists to scholars. It was hard to estimate the specific number of words on the page. However, Lee Penghui had said it clearly without missing a single word!
The longest Guinness record in the world is for someone to recite without error the number 67890 after the rounding rate reaches the decimal point.
If converted into numbers, it would only amount to sixty thousand. But on the thirty-odd pages, not only were there numbers, there were also words. Moreover, it was more than sixty thousand, a few hundred thousand was not enough.
"Alright, you'd better open the book now and stare at it. Otherwise, if you don't admit it when the time comes, I'll carry it now."
"Wait."
Lee Penghui suddenly smiled sinisterly and said, "Student Zhang Yang, how about this? You go up to the podium and recite it so that everyone can see and hear you."
He had already thought about it. As long as Zhang Yang couldn't recite or make a mistake, he would lead the students to properly humiliate them and make them mock him again.
It was impossible for him to resign. In his opinion, this probability did not exist.
In other words, Zhang Yang was dead.
Under the gaze of all the students in the class, Zhang Yang's expression did not change. He slowly got up and calmly walked towards the podium.
"Damn it, you're still pretending even now. Are you really stupid or are you just pretending? Why did you get into this mess yourself?" Su Su nearly gnashed her teeth.
Zhang Yang came to the podium. Without any hesitation, he pulled Lee Penghui's chair over and sat on it.
Now, Lee Penghui didn't seem to be angry anymore. He walked down from the podium with the first book of history in his hand and stood not far from the classroom door. The moment Zhang Yang couldn't recite it, he would launch a group ridicule.
Of course, he had to express his desire to be a teacher.
"Students, Student Zhang Yang is going to start reciting soon. Please take out the first volume of your history textbook and review it along with you."
This was pure bullshit. It was clearly meant for the students to witness and monitor. The students were full of interest. Although they all knew that Zhang Yang couldn't recite it all, they still took out their textbooks.
Zhang Yang's gaze swept across the classroom. He saw that some of his classmates were still recording on their phones. Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face.
"Then I'll start memorizing it?"
Lee Penghui nodded with a sneer and pretended to open the first page of the textbook.
Brat, you're dead for sure!
"Cough, cough …"
Zhang Yang cleared his throat. Ignoring the complicated gazes below, he started to recite, "The first lesson..."
Then, he started reciting.
When he first started reciting, he didn't care about it at all. Everyone knew that was an impossible task. Even though he had memorized the first few tens of thousands of words, it was inevitable that he wouldn't be able to memorize them.
However, everything changed when Zhang Yang recited each word forcefully from the beginning to the end.
Three minutes later, the classroom was so silent that a pin drop could be heard.
Five minutes later, there was only the sound of books flipping in the classroom.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Yang had already recited nearly ten thousand words. There was no blockage, no pause, no incoherence, and even a strong rhythm.
Not only that, the words that were recited in ten minutes were exactly the same!
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, and had only listened to it, he wouldn't have been reciting it. He was reciting it according to the book.
The Little Friend's door was shocked!
The scornful expressions on their faces immediately froze, like statues that had been petrified, dumbstruck like wooden chickens.
Zhou Qian and Su Su's expressions changed.
It was unknown when they raised their heads and looked up. Their mouths were gaping wide, and their eyes were bulging with disbelief.
As for Lee Penghui, he was the most exaggerated.
The sneer on his face was long gone, replaced by a grave expression. He lowered his head and stared at the history textbook, a layer of sweat already appearing on his forehead.
This... Impossible!
Not a single word was wrong!
Lee Penghui's heart was trembling and his body was trembling. The hairs all over his body were trembling. It was not excitement, but fear. He was terrified.
Zhang Yang was still sitting there, unhurriedly reciting. The faster one should be, the slower one should be, the more rhythmic it was.
This rhythm was like a drumbeat that entered the students' eardrums.
This rhythm resounded in Lee Penghui's mind like a thunderclap.
After the fifth lesson, he continued with his sixth lesson.
Drip! Drip!
A drop of cold sweat flowed down Lee Penghui's forehead onto the textbook. It was abnormally clear and ear-piercing!
At the same time, Su Su suddenly understood what was going on. She looked at Zhang Yang, who was swaying slightly on the podium, and suddenly understood what was going on.
These were his most ferocious fangs!
Lee Penghui's eyes were bloodshot, like a raging bull staring at every word in the history textbook, but his body was trembling slightly as cold sweat continued to flow out from his forehead.
Half an hour had passed, and Zhang Yang was still reciting it without any hesitation.
Damn it!
This was a conspiracy!
Now, Lee Penghui finally understood everything. He gritted his teeth and wished that he could rush to the podium and throw that damn guy off the fifth floor, but he didn't dare.
He could only hope that the other party would make a mistake, or that someone would interrupt him.
In the end, he was disappointed. The rhythm of Zhang Yang's mouth showed that he would not make any mistakes. Nobody dared to interrupt him, even though the guy sitting on the podium was once a piece of trash that everyone looked down on.
This was no longer a miracle, but a f * cking miracle!
In the classroom, everyone's expression was surprisingly the same. They were all petrified like a terracotta soldier, and their hearts were filled with jealousy and hate.
Zhou Qian's mouth was opened so wide that an egg could fit inside. Little stars suddenly appeared in her beautiful eyes. It was unknown what she was thinking about, but her face suddenly flushed red.
Su Su gaped at Zhang Yang, who was on the podium. She clenched her small, delicate fists unconsciously. Her well-developed, tall and straight body was moving up and down violently, but she was trying her best to suppress her breathing.
She was afraid that if she breathed too heavily, it would affect Zhang Yang and interrupt his recitation.
Su Su had once guessed that this fella wasn't as simple as he seemed, but she had never expected him to retaliate in such a manner.
Too sharp, too cold, too... How cool.
She could imagine that after Zhang Yang finished reciting, Lee Penghui would resign, but he would not have the face to come to Class 36.
This was a fatal blow!
However, none of this mattered to Su Su. What frightened her the most was what she had witnessed with her own eyes.
Before class, she clearly saw that Zhang Yang didn't recite anything. He just flipped the page and turned the page...
Not even a book.
Her heart was thumping hard, as she subconsciously looked around, afraid that others would share this secret that only she knew.
In fact, where would anyone notice him? Some stared at him blankly, while some held up their cellphones in excitement and nervousness, while others stared at the words on the books along with the voice reciting …
In the chaos, forty-five minutes passed and the bell for the end of class rang.
However, Zhang Yang didn't stop reciting, and he wasn't affected at all. Right now, he was only five classes away from the end.
At this moment, almost at the same time, the entire class looked at Lee Penghui who was at the door of the classroom. His gaze was very complicated and meaningful.
Lee Penghui's face was ashen, and large amounts of sweat dripped down. The students' gazes were like needles stabbing into his body one after another. There was no need to say anything, he knew what it represented.
At this moment, he was extremely regretful. However, most of it was anger, as well as the urge to go on a rampage.
He knew that no matter what he did, he wouldn't be able to change the outcome. If he were to find an excuse to interrupt now, it would definitely bring about a wave of booing and lose all face.
However, if Zhang Yang finished reciting, the result wouldn't be any better.
The best thing to do now was to take advantage of the class being over, pause for a moment, and then slip away by himself. Although he would become the laughingstock of the entire school, it was still better than being mocked in front of others.
It was soon a hubbub outside the corridor, but the classroom was still shaking. Thinking about this, Lee Penghui was about to interrupt.
Suddenly!
Pow! Pow! Pow!
A rhythmic clapping sound was heard. It wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear.
Looking towards the source of the sound, he saw a middle-aged man in his fifties standing at the classroom door with a smile on his face. He entered the classroom and stopped in his tracks. His hands were still clapping slowly.
Everyone knew this person.
Hua Wenchuan, the headmaster of Qinghai First High School who was famous for his strict discipline.
No one had expected the principal to appear here, but it did not affect the students' enthusiasm.
In the next moment, a burst of thunderous applause rang out.
The onlookers applauded Hua Wenchuan, who suddenly appeared, gloated as they gave their applause to Lee Penghui. However, most people applauded Zhang Yang wholeheartedly.
They were envious and jealous, but they also admired him at the same time. Those students who were busy recording on their phones also held their phones up high. Although there was a tinge of regret on their faces, they knew that a brand-new Guinness Record would be born in Class 36.
The thunderous applause lasted for a long time before it stopped.
"Principal!"
With the textbook in his hand, Lee Penghui quickly greeted him, trying to say something. Unfortunately, Hua Wenchuan didn't even look at him.
He clapped his hands that were about to turn red and quickly walked up to Zhang Yang's side. He patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder and said with a gentle tone that never appeared before.
"Student Zhang Yang, you really make an old man like me blush! This is my dereliction of duty, such an outstanding student was actually buried under snow for three years before being discovered, luckily, it's not too late, or else I, the principal, would have committed a great sin. "
Hearing that, Zhang Yang was slightly shocked, as if he was relieved.
However, the students below were shocked once again. Lee Penghui's body began to tremble violently and his face instantly turned ashen. He kept wiping away the sweat on his forehead. He could not wipe it off completely.
Who didn't know that Principal Hua Wenchuan was famous for being strict in his studies. When had he ever spoken with such a tone? Furthermore, the other party was a student.