Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

To be exact, he didn't know her, but he had heard of her name before.    

Lee Penghui came to complain in the morning. He was very angry, so he decided to punish this student. At noon, when he heard the news about Gu Xiner and rushed to the second floor of the cafeteria, he also saw Zhang Yang.    

Who was Gu Xiner? Nowadays, a famous female entrepreneur in the country, Hundred Blossom Group, which had the value of several billion, was once a school beauty level student in Qinghai First Senior High School.    

More importantly, it was Gu Xiner's grandfather. He was an absolutely powerful figure, a terrifying figure.    

Hua Wenchuan didn't know about this at first, because in his impression, Gu Xiner was only a bit prettier. She was the top student in the school and was worthy of being called a female top scholar.    

But he never would have thought that this talented and beautiful female top scholar would have such an awesome family background.    

Even now, Hua Wenchuan could not forget his shock when he first discovered this secret.    

A few years ago, he was still not the principal, but Gu Xiner's form teacher. He was also facing a college entrance exam, but this female student that he thought highly of didn't apply for a first-rate university like Beijing, but for a second-rate commercial university.    

Therefore, he made a special home visit to try to get his parents to persuade Gu Xiner. After all, this matter was not only related to the honor of the academy, but also related to his own future.    

However, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw an old man.    

This old man had occasionally appeared on the news a few years ago. Hua Wenchuan was naturally concerned about politics, and it was impossible for him not to know him. It couldn't be wrong.    

Hua Wenchuan was so shocked that he didn't know what to do on the spot.    

Fortunately, the old man was more amiable and chatted with him about many things. Finally, he thanked him for the education and concern he had for his granddaughter all these years …    

Even when he walked out of the old courtyard, Hua Wenchuan's thoughts were still blank, and his mood was extremely complicated.    

There was such a great god in the school, and he was even his own student.    

However, what he did not expect was that not long after the former principal retired, he smoothly became the principal of Qinghai No. 1 High School.    

Although Hua Wenchuan usually taught strictly and worked diligently, he had a lot of people who were more talented than him. He vaguely knew the reason why he was able to become the principal without any obstacles.    

He felt gratitude in his heart for this. He had already made up his mind at that time that he would not disappoint others, and even more so, would not allow others to ridicule him, no matter the reason.    

Afterwards, he had always been paying attention to Gu Xiner, and often felt emotional about her.    

Thus, when he found out that Gu Xiner had come to the school today, he naturally went over personally. However, the scene that greeted him was quite shocking.    

Gu Xiner was actually treating a student to a meal. If it was only this, then Gu Xiner's attitude towards her student would not have surprised him at all.    

Very respectful!    

Hua Wenchuan started to imagine.    

As her former form teacher, Hua Wenchuan was well aware of his student's character. How could someone who she respected be so simple?    

What was the background of that student?    

However, when he heard from Gu Xiner that this student's name was Wu Tie, he felt that his name was a bit familiar … Wasn't this the student that Lee Penghui complained to?    

Then, Hua Wenchuan took a deep breath and left while sweating.    

In his heart, he scolded Lee Penghui.    

He was glad and angry at the same time. It was a good thing that something like this happened at noon. Otherwise, he would be doomed for sure!    

In the afternoon, he considered whether he should come down personally. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to come down and take a look. Then, he saw the scene of Zhang Yang reciting the text.    

He didn't know the process, but he was a teacher as well. He had once used the methods of a teacher to teach his students a lesson.    

Looking at Lee Penghui who was sweating and looking at the complicated gazes of the students, it was easy to guess that Lee Penghui was making things difficult for Zhang Yang. In the end, he was slapped on the face.    

That was why he decided to appear in such a manner. It was all because of the overall situation. After all, Lee Penghui was still a first-rate teacher.    

At this moment, he had a look of deep regret on his face. He nodded at Zhang Yang, then walked to the back of the lecture table.    

"Students, everyone said that Zhang Yang recited it well!"    

"Alright!"    

With the principal taking the lead, other than Lee Penghui, who had an ugly expression, everyone else greeted him in unison.    

Hua Wenchuan nodded and then smiled, "Zhang Yang recited a lesson, so he must be tired. Let's finish and review the next class."    

After saying that, he patted Zhang Yang's shoulder again. His expression was very kind. Then he walked down from the podium and stopped smiling.    

"Teacher Li, come to my office."    

After which, he left in big strides.    

Lee Penghui seemed to have used up all his energy. His face was ashen as he lowered his head. He did not look at Zhang Yang nor the complicated gazes in the classroom. He walked away with an unusually heavy pace, as if his soul had left his body.    

After they left, no one in the classroom moved. They were still all looking at Zhang Yang, who slowly stood up from the podium.    

He was still as ordinary as ever, but all of this would forever be branded into their hearts, and even after so many years had passed, this scene would still be difficult to erase.    

Looking at Zhang Yang's leaving figure, Su Su's mood was extremely complicated. She couldn't believe that a person's memory could be that good.    

If he had such a terrifying memory, how could he have learned so little?    

He couldn't figure it out!    

At this moment, there were already people whispering in the classroom, and it quickly turned into a great debate.    

"This is not scientific! This is definitely not scientific! "    

This is the view of the square.    

"How is that impossible? Since someone can recite the first volume of the history, why is it impossible?"    

This is a debate with the opposing side.    

"We know what you said, but that's only the Guinness Record and it's only around 60,000. However, Zhang Yang has always been the last in the class and the first book has at least 100,000 words!"    

"Hmph, what's so great about reciting hundreds of thousands of words. Do you think you can get into a famous university like this?"    

"That's right. It's not like the college entrance exam is just a test of history. Who knows, he might have already memorized history for the past three years …"    

"What's prepared is definitely prepared. If Lee Penghui were to set a trap for him, then he will do it …"    

The other side was filled with jealousy and envy.    

Su Su listened quietly to the discussions among her classmates and suddenly felt a tinge of joy in her heart. Only she knew that Zhang Yang definitely had a terrifying memory, because she saw with her own eyes that he had only flipped through those textbooks once.    

"Su Su …"    

Suddenly, a voice as low as a mosquito sounded.    

"Hmm? What's wrong, Qianqian? "    

Zhou Qian slowly raised her head and peeked around as she spoke coyly.    

"Su Su, I found out that I fell in love at first sight!"    

"Shrimp?" Su Su glared at her. "You …" You are actually addicted to flowers? "    

"..."    

"..."    

There were still two geography classes in the afternoon. When Zhang Yang returned to the classroom, the other students in the class looked at him with a complicated expression. Even the geography teacher looked at him strangely from time to time when he was lecturing.    

Towards the gazes of the students and teachers, Zhang Yang appeared exceptionally calm. He was still flipping through the pages seriously with no changes in his expression.    

History could help Zhang Yang understand the development of this world, but geography could help him understand the structure of this world, its natural customs and customs.    

To Zhang Yang, geography was undoubtedly more useful than history.    

Since he was already here, he might as well settle for now.    

Since he wanted to survive in this world, he had to integrate into it. He also had to try his best to understand everything about this world.    

He read very carefully and in great detail, completely immersed in it.    

As for what the geography teacher said, he didn't listen to her at all. He just sat there, studying the geography.    

A long time later.    

Zhang Yang gently put down his textbook and frowned slightly.    

Very mysterious!    

This was Zhang Yang's initial understanding of Earth.    

Even though the earth wasn't big, and two-thirds of it was covered in ocean water, it was filled with mystery.    

In the serene desert of the Dead Sea, the Egyptian pyramids of the Kunlun Mountains, the Bermuda Triangle, the North and South Poles, and so on, many forbidden areas attracted Zhang Yang's attention.    

It seemed to confirm his prior deduction that countless years ago, on this planet, there existed a mysterious and powerful cultivation civilization.    

Otherwise, how could that guy who dared to call everyone else 'Laozi' describe the process of the formation of the world with words and words?    

However, the main focus of Zhang Yang's attention was still China. After all, he was a Chinese, so he would live on this land in the future.    

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this country that possessed an ancient and glorious civilization was not so simple.    

Looking at history, he knew about the Great Wall, and at the time he thought it was incredible that the people of this country could build the Great Wall in the mountains of two thousand years ago.    

And when he saw the panoramic picture of the Great Wall in his geography textbook, his head felt as if it had been struck by lightning.    

Why does it look like a magic mark the more I look at it? And it was the legendary Dragon Mark!    

A Dragon Mark that seemed to have its own mind and soul was about to fly away at any time.    

Zhang Yang's heart was in turmoil as he was unable to extricate himself from it.    

What kind of world was this?    

He was completely able to conclude that it was impossible for a Pattern Engraving to have such a gigantic devil pattern, even if it was an old monster that lived in seclusion within the Devil Pattern Continent, let alone a legendary dragon pattern.    

He could not imagine that this terrifying dragon pattern already existed two thousand years ago. Doesn't this mean that the cultivation civilization in this world was at least ten times more powerful than the Devil Pattern Continent?    

A descendant of the sun!    

A descendant of the dragon!    

In the memory of his previous self, this memory suddenly became clear, and the hand holding the geography textbook began to tremble slightly, and his face turned pale.    

[Pangu, Kaitian, Kung Fu, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Nuwa, Zhu Rong Gonggong …]    

Many vague memories of legends appeared in Zhang Yang's mind, but he knew that this might have already become a legend, but it was definitely not a myth.    

Be it the 'Classic of Virtue' or the Dragon Mark on the Great Wall, both of them indicate that at least one powerful cultivation civilization has existed in this world.    

As for those people from the legends, each one of them could be considered a peerless expert, easily overturning rivers and seas, tearing apart the starry sky.    

"When the time comes, I must make a trip to the Great Wall. Perhaps, I might even be able to reap some rewards."    

Right now, he was not even a Devil Pattern Master of the first rank. Even if he went, he would not be able to sense the profoundness within.