Chapter 4 A Small Test of One's Skills

  The calm-looking Chen Yi was no less astonished than Luo Xiaoshan inside.

  Now he is re-examining the chemistry test paper, and almost instantly has a clear idea of it. The chemical formulas on it seem to come alive, dancing and flourishing like flowers.

  But two days ago, this test paper was like Zhang Fei's unyielding loyalty, and it didn't seem to be showing off at all. Especially the last question, which was a challenging question intentionally set by Su Zhaoxiong to raise the difficulty level, not only exceeded Chen Yi's ability range but also surpassed more than 90% of students in the same age group.

  After a moment of emotion, Chen Yi replied to Pangzi with a sentence and wrote down the equation.

  With a clear mind, the questions became easier. His hand moved swiftly as he wrote, and with just two quick strokes, he completed an entire question.

  Perhaps if it were someone else, there wouldn't be such a huge change, but Chen Yi, apart from his sufficient accumulation, originally had an IQ higher than the standard - people with high IQs make up a proportion far lower than ordinary people, 7 points of IQ is enough to cross a boundary.

  A few people were listening attentively in class, while most of them did their own thing like Fatty.

  Doraemon is a renowned elitist educator, who never gives special treatment to students who can't keep up with his pace, regardless of their status. The chemistry scores in the class are severely polarized.

  He himself was also very clear, so he roughly explained two sentences and called his proud disciple to say: "Wang Cuo, you come over and do this question."

  Wang Tong is the class monitor of Class 3, from a wealthy family, tall and handsome, with good manners, but has an awkward relationship with Chen Yi, Liang Yu and others.

  Maybe it's because of competition.

  Wang Dong stood up and wrote generously on the blackboard, although he couldn't finish the entire question. The two knowledge points he answered were enough to get half of the score.

  Su Zhaoxiong nodded in satisfaction: "Although there is still a key point that has not been thought of, it's pretty good."

  Wang Gang sat back in his own seat with a pleased expression, turned his head and gave Chen Yi a strange smile from behind.

  Compared with his family background and appearance, Chen Yi didn't steal much of the limelight. If he doesn't show off now, when will he raise an eyebrow and let out a breath?

  The host didn't say a word, but Luo Xiaoshan beside him was unhappy.

  He was a fierce master, picked up the pen on the table and threw it over, fortunately the quality was good, no water came out, but hit the table next to Wang Song, "bang" sound, with small eyes and big nose, still quite impressive.

  Doraemon's gaze returned from the blackboard and frowned: "What's going on."

  He only saw the pen and didn't see the process.

  It's too stupid to report directly. Wang Cuo suddenly had an idea, pretending to be innocent and smiled: "Luo Xiaoshan's pen was dropped by accident, right?"

  The next sentence was said to Luo Xiaoshan.

  The fatty blinked his eyes, thinking he wanted to let things go, so he said: "It was an accident."

  Chen Yi's emotions were not good. Just as he was about to speak, Doraemon walked down from the stage and said: "With a distance of three or four rows, your pen fell really far."

  Su Zhaoxiong spoke in a tone that was as playful as a cat's, and immediately triggered a burst of laughter.

  Lu Xiaoshan's chubby face immediately turned red.

  He was actually schemed against by Wang Kuang!

  If it weren't for the cat staring at him, Luo Xiaoshan might have smashed everything on the table.

  Chen Yi knew his temper and coughed lightly twice, interrupting: "It was I who asked him to pass the pen to me, but it accidentally fell far away."

  Public school teachers have relatively fewer ulterior motives, especially when facing underage children. Su Zhaoxiong prides himself on being fair and attaches great importance to classroom discipline, staring with his big cat-like eyes: "You come to school without even bringing a pen, you come up and use chalk."

  Wang Gang thought he had won, and gave Chen Yi a disdainful smile.

  Luoshan glared at him fiercely and then said in a low voice, "Don't mind that kid."

  He is worried about his good friend losing face.

  Chen Yi shook his head indifferently and walked up to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk and started writing.

  Chemistry questions have always been thought about more and calculated less.

  With the wisdom scroll stuck on, within a minute at most, Chen Yi completed all the formulas. Taking advantage of Doraemon's inspection gap, he said to Wang Cong with a grin: "You'll be eating dust from now on."

  Wang Gang hadn't reacted yet when he heard Doraemon say, "Chen Yi did a great job, it's clear that she reviewed seriously after going home, and the other classmates should do the same."

  Su Zhaoxiong is also fair, the topic has been done, and there's no need to pursue other things.

  It's actually true! Wang Dong was taken aback, his cold smile frozen in place. His heart was filled with indignation, which overflowed from his chest in an instant. He was a person who liked to compare and was almost obsessive about it, from a young age he had been comparing family backgrounds, appearances, clothes, grades...

  By the time he reached high school, facing everyone, especially Chen Yi, he was almost completely left behind, and as a result, he had many conflicts with others. He worked hard to finally regain his reputation in the last year based on his grades, now if he loses it...

  He hasn't reached the point of going crazy yet, but with a suppressed tone in his heart, he muttered to himself: "What's the use of finding a tutor..."

  Chen Yi remained silent, responding with a scornful smile.

  Wang Dong clenched his fists and then slowly relaxed them, thinking to himself: Wait until the Chen family is completely finished, and then let's see how arrogant you can be.

  A chemistry lesson, taught with great enthusiasm and thoroughness.

  Things he had reviewed before were so clearly displayed in his mind that Chen Yi was inexplicably excited.

  Maybe meeting Grandpa's requirements isn't that hard. The most important thing is that I opened a very important door for myself.

  However, the loss of energy was also severe. As soon as the first class ended, the effect of the Wisdom Scroll had disappeared, and Chen Yi fell asleep on his desk with a loud snore.

  The teachers in the back have different levels of professionalism, and they just let it go by turning a blind eye.

  He slept soundly until he was woken up by the noise, and when he opened his eyes, he looked around and asked, "Is it time for lunch?"

  "After school in the afternoon." Luo Xiaoshan said strangely, "I pushed you twice and there was no reaction. Could it be that you studied all night yesterday?"

  "It's not that exaggerated." Chen Yi was also secretly surprised, yesterday he used a first-class scroll, although tired, but after normal sleep, there was no special reaction.

  But today after using the second-level scroll, a feeling of fatigue came quickly, and it couldn't be blocked. It seems that the scroll can't be used without restriction.

  Luo Xiaoshan saw him deep in thought and shook his head saying: "Don't become a bookworm."

  "I don't look like a bookworm at all." Chen Yi burst out laughing and punched him on the shoulder.

  Fat boy's thick skin and rough flesh, instead, he was delighted because of his improved mood, and took the opportunity to suggest: "No need to study tonight, call Liang Yu, let's go kick a ball together?"

  "Play soccer?" Chen Yi, with a mischievous glint in his eye, rummaged through the remaining few scrolls in his backpack and shook his head: "I'm going to the market to buy some paper, it's useful. You guys go ahead."

  Fatso saw his serious look, and helplessly waved his hand: "Let you off today, must come on the weekend, otherwise will remove you from the team's big name list."

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