69novels Chapter 58 The Face of the Class
Chapter 58 The Face of the Class
Soon, a preliminary test was conducted.
Yang Wei put in all his effort.
During the exam, I checked each word more than three times.
He was full of confidence after the exam.
I feel like I can at least get a perfect score this time.
On the day the results came out, he couldn't wait to squeeze to the front to see the rankings on the blackboard.
First place: Chen Lang.
Chinese, 100.
Mathematics, 100.
He paused for a moment, then looked down for his name.
Second place: Liu Yifei.
Chinese, 99.
Mathematics, 100.
Third place: Yang Wei.
Chinese, 98.
Mathematics, 99.
He looked at the bright red ranking and felt his vision blurring.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.
That's right, he was completely outmatched by two eight-year-old students who had skipped grades.
It was still a complete and utter crushing defeat.
A huge sense of frustration welled up inside me.
I achieved these grades by studying diligently every day and having tutors at home.
They read novels during class every day and still easily get perfect scores.
Is there any justice in this world?
Yang Wei walked back to his seat, looking dejected, and covered his head with his hands, feeling as if his worldview had collapsed.
Chen Lang walked past him, glanced at the rankings, and then glanced at him again.
In my heart, I silently added a background music track for him.
Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling...
Appropriate for the occasion.
If words don't work, then let's use force.
The class's sports representative is named Wang Wei.
He was broad-shouldered and burly, and was the tallest boy in the class.
His greatest talent is sports, and his family has been cultivating his abilities in this area.
Wang Wei patted his chest and confidently told his friends.
The important task of getting revenge is entrusted to you, Viagra.
During physical education class.
The first event was the 100-meter sprint.
Wang Wei ran a time of 14.5 seconds, which is a very good result for a primary school student.
He stood proudly with his hands on his hips, accepting the cheers of his classmates.
The male classmates were very accommodating.
"Ah Wei is awesome! Wei Ge is mighty!"
There were very few female students on this side.
Although Wang Wei is tall and strong, his face is covered in acne, which makes it difficult for him to attract girls.
It was Chen Lang's turn.
Before he even started running, all the girls' eyes were already on him.
"Go Langlang!"
Liu Yifei shouted loudly to cheer on her male player!
Chen Lang grinned at her, and his sunny, boyish appearance attracted the attention of even more girls.
The whistle blew.
He charged out like a cheetah.
"8.03 seconds!"
When the PE teacher announced the results, he was stunned for a moment.
Wang Wei's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot; he was unconvinced.
He figured it must be because he was tall and had a slow start.
Small stature and fast stride give them an advantage in sprints.
Yes, that must be it.
The next event is shot put.
A 3-kilogram shot put.
Wang Wei mustered all his strength, roared, kicked his legs, twisted his body, and forcefully pushed the shot put out.
The teacher measured it with a tape measure.
"3.89 meters!"
"Wow!"
"Viagra is amazing!"
The male students around him gasped in surprise.
Wang Wei smugly patted the white ash off his hands and gave Chen Lang a provocative look.
But then, a chorus of cheers made his face darken.
"Go! Go! Go Chen Lang!"
The girls surrounding them jumped and danced, acting as cheerleaders.
Liu Yifei was the one shouting the loudest in the crowd.
Wang Wei, his face dark, yelled, "It's so noisy!"
Nobody paid any attention to him.
Chen Lang picked up the shot put and weighed it in his hand.
With my physique and stamina, I might not be able to win without some skill.
He stood in the circle, but instead of standing directly in front of the white line, he took two steps back and stood still.
The PE teacher narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this action.
Chen Lang held the shot put in his palm, placed it in the crook of his neck, leaned back slightly, and took two steps forward with a low center of gravity.
Using the momentum of moving forward, the legs and waist exert force together, and the arms suddenly thrust forward.
The shot put flew out of his hand.
It flew high and far.
The PE teacher was already somewhat surprised when he saw Chen Lang's movements.
I never expected Chen Lang to know such a technical sliding step.
This is a method that is only taught in junior and senior high school teams.
Without thinking twice, he ran over and stretched the measuring tape perfectly straight.
He glanced at the scale and announced loudly.
"3.89 meters!"
"Wow!"
"Langlang is so great!"
"Chen Lang is number one!"
A louder cheer erupted.
Liu Yifei clapped and cheered with joy.
Wang Wei could hardly believe it.
Looking at Chen Lang's not particularly strong body, he couldn't understand how such a small frame could unleash such great power.
This completely deflated him, the sports committee member.
After that, he never dared to compete with Chen Lang again in physical education class.
In terms of academics, I've fallen behind.
In sports, they were utterly crushed.
Complaining won't help.
What made them even more desperate was...
The teachers were all unusually polite to Chen Lang.
Music teacher Wang Hao wished he could be his teacher and often asked him to go on stage to demonstrate.
On September 10th, Teacher's Day, Teacher Wang sang a song adapted by Chen Lang, and we would like to give special thanks to him.
His English teacher often used him as a translator in class.
Have a simple conversation with him in English, and then have the other students follow along.
Chen Lang's fluent and authentic accent left the other students stunned.
The boys in the class eventually lost their initial resentment.
The way they looked at Chen Lang changed.
From the very beginning, it was jealousy and disdain.
It has transformed into what it is now: awe, and a trace of... worship.
They finally understood.
Geniuses really do exist in this world.
Arguing with this kind of person is simply asking for humiliation.
Although the male classmate outwardly acted as if to say, "So what if you're so great? I'll pretend I don't see it."
But when encountering people from other grades or classes who don't recognize him, he'll casually mention it.
"I'm from Class 6-1. Chen Lang and Liu Yifei are both in our class..."
Chen Lang didn't feel anything about it.
As an adult, he naturally wouldn't take such trivial matters between children to heart.
He still attends classes every day, reading his own books and helping Liu Yifei consolidate her knowledge, living a leisurely life.
As the days went by, the autumn heat intensified.
There are also more and more activities at school.
As a flagship school in Wuhan, Poyang Street Primary School has always been known for its vibrant and successful arts and cultural activities.
The school's arts troupe is a place where elites gather.
Those who can get in either have a powerful family background or have been exposed to art from a young age.
Either they have outstanding talent and special skills in a certain field.
Every September, when the school year begins, is the time for the arts troupe to recruit new members.
A number of students in the higher grades will leave when they go on to junior high school.
Another batch of fresh blood will be added to the first-year students.
The recruitment of arts troupes usually involves a school-wide open audition.
But there are always a few exceptions.
For example, Chen Lang and Liu Yifei.
The two of them don't need to participate in any auditions at all.
The teachers from the arts troupe came directly to their class to recruit them.
This afternoon's self-study period.
The homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhang, had just finished announcing something and was about to ask everyone to do their homework.
Several heads peeked in through the classroom door.
"Teacher Zhang, are you busy?"
The leader was music teacher Wang Hao.
Behind him followed several teachers from the arts troupe.
There were dance troupes, recitation groups, instrumental groups, and choirs, all craning their necks to peer inside.
As soon as Teacher Zhang saw this entourage, he knew what they had come for.
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