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Chapter 483 - 482: Please Recite a Poem Mang

Guan Yu saw the three people across from her huddled together, whispering, and felt that things were not looking good.

Sure enough, the second question proposed by Qiu Shuang was difficult enough to make her physically uncomfortable.

"Meng Lu’s Tears, recently the teacher asked to include poetry in our compositions. Could you recommend two lines with antonyms for me?"

Wei Yi straightforwardly conveyed: [With antonyms, two lines.]

He listened to the question very intently and even drew two lines under the words "two lines," indicating that this was the key point.

Guan Yu covered her ears but still couldn’t hear clearly; she relied entirely on the information Wei Yi relayed.

Realizing what antonyms were needed and that there had to be two lines, she almost fainted.

Shi Yuhuai glanced at her and tapped twice on her tablet.

The implication was: Are you dumb? Cheat a little, find the ready-made answers yourself!

Guan Yu: Oh no, I have to cheat again. My Chinese teacher will have a heart attack from coughing up blood.

Trying to muster some dignity, she didn’t immediately look at the comments but instead attempted to think of something herself for a while.

Poetry including antonyms, east and west? North and south? Up and down? Rain and shine? Light and dark?

Got it!

Guan Yu proudly puffed up her chest: "For this fan asking for a bottle, you can use these two lines: ’From afar, the mountain has color; up close, the water makes no sound’ / ’The mountains and rivers seem to have no road, a village appears in the willow’s darkness and brightness.’"

Unexpectedly, she managed to answer it by herself, and Qiu Shuang was about to speak, but Guan Yu quickly raised her hand, signaling him to pause.

Then she righteously proceeded to tease:

"Although I provided you with such wonderful lines of poetry, fan with questions, I must tell you, elementary students should not take shortcuts; you need to collect and apply these beautiful words yourself!"

Qiu Shuang: "......Alright, Meng Lu’s Tears."

As soon as he sat down, Li Yang sprang up. Having suffered from Shi Yuhuai’s lack of time, he now truly understood the value of time.

He started asking questions at a lightning-fast speed.

Jumped up quickly and fired off questions.

"Meng Lu’s Tears, your writings mention that ’Mang’ is a very beautiful poem. I just checked it, and I don’t recognize many characters. Can you read it out loud for me to listen? I’m going to take notes in the signed copy of your book."

Secretary Wei Yi abruptly halted his writing mid-action.

Oh no, how do you write that character?

Guan Yu couldn’t hear clearly again, still wearing her slightly smug face. Seeing Wei Yi hadn’t yet extracted the key information for her, she curiously questioned.

"What’s the matter?"

Wei Yi’s face turned a bit red, and he slowly scribbled two strokes: [Read ’mang’]

Guan Yu: "?"

"Mang...what is that?"

Qiu Shuang quickly wrote: [He doesn’t even know what poem that is]

Li Yang chuckled cheekily: "Haha, this is a well-prepared question by me! It’s normal not to know the answer, Meng Lu’s Tears. You might as well admit defeat? First, ask me how this poem is written."

Guan Yu glared at him, gnashing her teeth: "An Jian, right? Why strain ancient poetry with foreign poetry?"

Li Yang: "Fan with questions, she’s saying......"

"Guan Yu, your time is up!"

Li Yang froze.

Guan Yu saw the large "time’s up" on the screen and laughed heartily in a deep male voice:

"Hahahahahaha—my time is up! You can’t ask anymore! An Jian, I can’t answer your tough question, go home and look up the pronunciation online!"

This annoyed Li Yang to the point where he didn’t want to speak anymore.

He had just asked Brother Huai, the conversation was just starting to flow when time ran out. Now asking Guan Yu, he managed to finish the question and was sure to stump her, but before she could answer, time was up again?!

This game is really against him!

Mu Qiu leaned over to comfort him, taking the opportunity to motion for Qiu Shuang to translate with sign language: "Calm down, calm down. There’s a big crowd of opponents, not lacking just one of her, don’t worry, we’re already at the bottom anyway."

"......" Is this something someone should say?

No matter what, Guan Yu’s questioning time was over, and it was Cheng Zhirang’s turn next.

Science fiction theme.

He stood up, bowed a bit, placed his right hand on his chest, nodded slightly to indicate, then sat back down, keeping his eyes closed the entire time.

"You may begin," he said.

Everyone sneakily glanced at Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu remained unfazed, gazing into the distance without any distraction.

Next to them, Qiu Shuang firmly pressed a fist to his lips and coughed, then stood up first.

"Let me start then...Chengcheng."

Mu Qiu stifled a laugh.

Qiu Shuang tried hard to hold back, to the point of overheating: "If Earth becomes uninhabitable due to the environment, what do you think would be the only food we could eat in the last few decades of the world collapsing?"

Cheng Zhirang: "To answer ’Fan asking for a bottle,’ it would be corn."

Qiu Shuang pursued: "Why?"

Cheng Zhirang remained composed, calmly replied: "Because that’s what the movies say."

Qiu Shuang: "......"

Jiang Lu laughed so hard his eyes crinkled like a fox.

This show is incredible, making Cheng Zhirang act like this.

Qiu Shuang sat down, and Li Yang stood up again.

"Cheng..."

Perhaps afraid to call the name, stuttering each time he tried.

"Chengcheng, do you think there will really be time travel in this world? Can we accomplish crossing and returning to the past?"

Cheng Zhirang lifted his head a bit, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing.

"To answer An Jian, theoretically it might be possible, but the banana peel theory, grandfather paradox, and various research suggest traveling back in time is risky. Moreover, whether we can change time might only be known from four dimensions and above."

Li Yang upon hearing: ...what grandfather?

After asking so many people questions, this was the first time he encountered such a smooth answer that made the questioner not understand.

The answers felt like knowledge grenades from middle school classes, all blasting into his brain and leaving only ashes.

He knew of four dimensions, bananas, and grandfathers but what are the banana peel theory and grandfather paradox?

He and Mu Qiu exchanged looks with Qiu Shuang, cramming the paper balls tighter in their ears, then quickly concluding this segment: "Hahaha, thank you for your answer, I’m relieved it’s impossible."

Then promptly sat down.

Just let it go, let it go.

Once seated, he urgently glanced at Mu Qiu, hoping she would hurry up.

Unfortunately, Mu Qiu was completely captivated by Cheng Zhirang’s charms, unable to extricate herself, not noticing his gaze at all.

Not only is he handsome, but he also possesses so much ’bragging potential,’ talking about these slightly professional issues in an effortlessly eloquent manner, irresistibly charming.

Even though he hadn’t opened his eyes to look at her, without those pretty eyes to assist, just a rolling throat, just a sentence, pinning her down completely.

Her man was damn handsome.

The climax in her mind faded, she turned back, coincidentally meeting Li Yang’s expressionless face.

The tablet he turned around to show beneath his face had written:

[Can you stop staring at Brother Cheng? Be a bit more ambitious!]

Mu Qiu: "......"