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When everyone was discussing together, someone said that the boy weighed at least 130 pounds, plus the fall from the height of the third floor, omitting the wind speed, and the weight plus acceleration would reach 200 pounds.

But after Yingying caught the boy, it was as if she was hugging a bunch of clothes, as if nothing happened, unscathed.

Everyone thought it was strange, and some curious classmates asked Ying Ying herself about the reason, and Ying Ying just smiled and said, probably luck.

It is said that the boy who was rescued later insisted on "making a personal promise" to Yingying, and knelt outside Yingying's dormitory building for a night.

But Yingying is interested in things like love, but she doesn't feel cold at all, and everyone doesn't know how it ended, but the boy finally retreated.

This incident has been circulating on campus for a month, but with the intense year-round group final exam, everyone has gradually forgotten about it.

At this time, in the history class of "Demon Wang", Ah Shan silently hoped that Yingying's good luck would appear again.

The "Demon Wang" eyes moved under his eyelids like snakes, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Pick up the chalk." ”

So Yingying picked up a short piece of chalk, which still had the residual warmth of "Demon Wang", which was very hot.

"Good. Let's talk. ”

"Hmm...... Well...... "Yingying spends 80% of her time looking out the window in half of the class, and the rest 20% of her time drawing kitten patterns in her notebook.

She suddenly hoped that all this was a dream, just like the bloody and tearful sparrow!

"What the teacher was talking about, the war between China and Fuso. A classmate in the front row was a little unbearable to see Yingying so embarrassed, and whispered a reminder.

"No one is allowed to warn her!" "Demon Wang" roared, and the classmate in the front row stuck out his tongue and retracted his head.

Ying Ying was pulled back to reality by this sentence, because she wouldn't dream of Zhongsang history in her dreams, and what she hated the most was history class......

Instead of spending energy on studying the eating, drinking, and Lazar of the ancients, why don't you care about whether the people who are alive now are well fed and clothed.

She lived in the mountains and forests with her grandparents for a long time, and what she saw was the scene of birds, birds, animals, and human beings fighting against nature and trying to survive every day.

Life in front of her was not easy, and she couldn't understand how anyone could be so bored as to write several books about the past, and pass the size test for students to turn over and over until they memorized it.

At this time, in the classroom, although she was pulled back to reality, she was reminded, and Yingying was still relieved, as if a little dragon had been put back into the river.

She lowered her head and calmed down, cleared her throat, and then leaned on the podium with her hands, and said in a serious tone of "Demon Wang": "In history, there have been four wars between China and Fusang. ”

"The first was the Battle of Baekgang Estuary in 663 AD, in which the Tang Dynasty joined forces with Silla and defeated Fusang without much effort. At that time, Fusang was still a group of savages, and when they saw that the culture of the Tang Dynasty was so awesome, they instantly became fans and sent many envoys to learn. ”

"Hahahaha," burst out of laughter from the classmates.

"Don't laugh!" "Demon Wang" scolded unhappily, and the laughter stopped.

Ying Ying was even more relaxed now, and said in a mocklike manner on the podium:

"The second was in 1592, during the Ming Dynasty, during the Korean War. It's Fusang, a little fan brother again, who turned his face and didn't recognize people, and thought of a trick, thinking about beating North Korea down first, and then coming to beat us. It's a pity that Adou, who still can't be helped, didn't succeed. ”

There were frequent snickering among the classmates, and Ah Shan also laughed, she didn't know when Yingying learned history so well.

"Demon Wang" took out a handkerchief, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and reluctantly said, "En." What else?"

"The third war was in 1894, the Sino-Japanese War. Everyone has seen that movie, Beiyang Sailor ......"

Ying Ying talked from one end of the podium to the other, gushing about the lesson of "Demon Wang", not only word for word, but also imitating the movements and intonation of "Demon Wang", which is simply "Demon Wang" himself.

"The fourth time, the most important. Remember, I'll only say the important words once, Pingxingguan is a big victory...... Tunnel warfare, mine warfare ......" Ying Ying learned from the usual appearance of "Demon Wang", knocked on the blackboard excitedly, and pretended to hold her glasses.

The classmates burst into laughter, and the face of "Demon Wang" changed from black to white at this time, and white turned to red again, and large beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead.

Ying Ying was still swaying freely, and the "Demon Wang" roared, "Okay! Okay!" After speaking, she stomped her foot, grabbed the book and rushed out of the classroom in a rage, slamming the classroom door behind her.

"Demon Wang" slammed the door and left, and Yingying's tablemate also stood up suddenly, pushed down his glasses fiercely, and then walked out of the classroom.

"Hey, buy a correction fluid for yourself, I won't borrow you in the future. Ying Ying said to him, and the boy "hummed" and left angrily.

She let out a long breath, and her heart, which had been pounding just now, finally returned to its original place from the throat.

Just by luck, the reason why she was able to replicate the lesson taught by "Demon Wang" was entirely due to her amazing camera memory.

As long as it is the words, images, and even words spoken by human movements, she remembers them all vividly in her mind.

This ability, even with a little effort in academics, is effortless to be at the top of the grade. But her mind wasn't there.

Every day, as long as she doesn't go to class, she nests in the school flower bed or in the woods next to her.

In order for a snail to get home smoothly, she will lie on the ground for hours on end.

On another occasion in the classroom, she managed to perform a minor operation on a pigeon with a plastic bullet in her body, using only a stapler, scotch tape, a pencil sharpener, and alcohol from the infirmary.

Such big and small things made her often unkempt and dusty, and her classmates secretly laughed at her, but she didn't think so.

Therefore, on the surface that everyone usually sees, she is just a rural transfer student with mediocre grades, quiet, slightly strange, and often distracted.

As soon as the teacher left, the students in the class were fried, some ran to the basketball court to play, some took out a bag of spicy noodles to eat, and some got together to talk about the handsome guys in the next class.

Ying Ying was still standing on the podium, and just when she talked about the excitement, she was interrupted by the demon wang before she could finish her fun.

At this moment, when she recalled the most tragic war against Fuso, it was as if the soldiers who had fought bloodily were screaming in front of her eyes.

For a moment, she seemed to smell the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood rain......

At this time, Ying Ying suddenly felt that something hot in her body began to stir, like several fire snakes swimming in the meridians around her body, rising.

That's hot blood. She suddenly felt an urge to stand with those brave warriors and defend her loved ones and her hometown to the death......

At this time, she felt a wave of dizziness, a stream of hot blood rushed to her head, and suddenly between her eyebrows seemed to burst open, and the hot blood was like a caterpillar, about to penetrate between her eyebrows and break into a butterfly.

This feeling has been around since my 17th birthday last summer, and it is becoming more and more frequent, but I don't know why.

Ying Ying was about to touch her forehead with her hands, trying to relieve the piercing pain and itching, but the wrists of both hands also began to feel a sharp tingling pain, as if something was about to come out from the pulse of the two wrists.

A vision appeared before her eyes, and she saw a huge flame, and she was walking naked towards the very center of the flame......

In the center of the flame, an octopus-like claw suddenly stretched out, pulling Ying Ying into the flames.

Ying Ying suddenly fell headlong and fainted on the ground.

Her last memories were of Ah Shan's screams and a stumble of footsteps......