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If he could smile, Wen Qian also felt that the muscles on his face were about to stiffen with laughter.

He couldn't tell what was going on in his heart right now.

Is it a regret that you want to be low-key but can't be in the limelight?

Finally have the opportunity to prove yourself, the seventeen-year-old youth in the body has awakened again, and the suppressed joy after longing for recognition?

In any case, the situation in front of me is the initiator, and I can't blame others.

A few minutes ago.

"Teacher Bai has something to do temporarily, so it will be changed to an English self-study class."

Liu Hong, the representative of the English class, stood on the podium, smiled and stuck out her little tongue, and announced the incident to the classmates. In fact, students at the end of their third year of high school have long been accustomed to this situation. In the last part of my high school career, self-study took up most of the time.

Even if there is a teacher who gives a lecture, it is just a Q&A class, and some typical questions are selected to be explained.

Sitting in his seat, Wen Qian was also a little anxious.

The rustle of the tip of the pen against the surface of the paper is heard, and the sound of the pages turning is used as an embellishment. He lowered his head and stared at the review materials on the table, his mind actually no longer here.

With the degree of development of his brain at this time, it only takes less than half a second for this whole page of knowledge points of about a few hundred words to be able to completely memorize them into his brain, and then like a computer to create a folder, after a simple systematic classification, these things are completely transformed into a kind of acquaintance bricks in the memory palace.

Wen Qian also didn't want to show his extraordinary learning ability, nor did he want to attract special attention from others.

He played as best he could, ready to work hard to realize the great plans of SOM17.

The trajectory of ordinary people's youth is gradually drifting away from Wen Qian.

Study hard and then get admitted to a major university, then have a vigorous ivory tower love on the college campus, and finally when you are about to graduate, you will either continue your studies or start working hard for work. After finally entering the society, he settled in a certain job, started a family, and his youth came to an end.

Wen Qian also understands very well.

The rest of my life will definitely not be ordinary. The calm at the moment is just SOM17's preparation before the action.

He held his forehead, and the sequelae of memory awakening still remained in his brain, making him faintly feel dizzy. When I close my eyes, the memory of Huifeng Food City becomes a coherent picture that lingers in front of my eyes.

The classmate behind him stabbed Wen Qianyi in the back, and then threw a paper ball over.

When opened, it reads: "You look weird today." Why did you leave the library first that day? ”

Wen Qian also turned to look in the direction of the window, and saw Zhang Yao, the little girl, pouting and staring at him with big beautiful eyes. This is the anger of the standard little girl mode.

He didn't want to explain.

Throwing the paper ball into his desk, he was thinking about how he could convince his parents to spend the rest of his time reviewing freely, instead of being confined to this tiny campus.

There are no concrete ideas yet. Wang Guangsen, the head teacher, walked in from the door, holding a stack of English rolling papers and placing them on the podium. asked the classmate in the front seat to send the roll paper down, and then smiled inexplicably.

"Wen Qianyi, in this self-study class, you will tell you about these questions."

It's not loud, but it's loud enough for the people in the classroom to hear clearly.

Almost everyone thought they had misheard. Wang Guangsen saw that Wen Qian didn't move, raised his voice and said again, then pulled over a chair and sat on the wall at the door.

The angle of this position is best for auditing.

Wen Qianyi's first reaction was to refuse, and then pretended to be stupid.

But som17 adults have other plans.

It wants to develop the monkey's self-confidence, and this is undoubtedly a suitable opportunity. For minors who are applied to the identity of students, the impact of similar events is obviously more significant in a familiar school environment.

SOM17 severes the neural connection between Wen Qianyi's brain and body.

In the eyes of surprise, questioning, and speculation, "Wen Qianyi" held his English test paper, and did not hide the number "67" in the upper left corner of the paper.

It commanded the gentleness in the brain.

"If you watch carefully, I will show you some practical applications of the Guidance Theory."

The atmosphere in the classroom was quirky.

A handsome high school boy on the podium.

A middle-aged man smiling and waiting to see a good show.

There was also a group of students who were chattering and couldn't suppress their excitement at all. In the dull life of the third year of high school, today's incident is definitely a good mental adjustment. The student with the worst English in the class comes up to give them a lecture? Or did the head teacher ask for it personally?

Or is there something hidden in it...... Either way, it's going to be a good show.

If a person is in an emotional state such as nervousness, excitement, fear, etc., no matter how to hide it, the flickering of the eyes, the slight twitching of the skin at the corners of the eyes, and the subtle changes in the facial muscles, including tone and posture, will convey a real information to others that the subconscious can read.

In other words, unless you have undergone special training, these small subconscious actions will become the betrayer of your emotions.

Wen Qian also first pinched the chalk and wrote down the knowledge points of the first question on the blackboard.

The arm is like a robotic arm in the workshop, the movement is precise and stiff, and the white characters written on the blackboard make people feel different at first glance. It's an ordinary italic character, why do you always feel that something is wrong?

There are also some accidentally scratched chalk marks around the font, which are a little messy and neat.

Until someone sighed: "This word is too standard!" ”

Standard!

It turns out that what is wrong is the standard.

Every letter, every punctuation is unusually standard, and it looks neat and pleasing to the eye.

Some people don't think so, it's just that the chalk writing is good, and some old teachers' flowery characters are much better than Wen Qianyi's writing.

Wang Guangsen was a little surprised, and his body involuntarily leaned forward, trying to see the handwriting on the blackboard clearly. With more than 20 years of teaching experience, his chalk skills are not first-class, but they are always excellent.

Because of this, he can see that Wen Qianyi's handwriting is extraordinary. Every hook, pick, and wipe is like being engraved in the same abrasive, exactly the same, and Wang Guangsen's eyes can't find a little different.

It's simply the top difficulty for everyone to find the difference.

But no matter what, as long as it is written by a person, even if it is exactly the same word, there will inevitably be some slight changes.

Wang Guangsen couldn't find it.

"How can this chalk writing be the same as it is printed?"

Before he could continue to think wildly, Wen Qian had already begun to talk about the topic.

"Question 1."

Wen Qianyi's voice could not hear any emotional fluctuations, calmly like a 10,000-year-old glacier floating on the surface of the Arctic Ocean, and like an electrocardiogram for a patient when he died completely.

Some girls have very keen intuition, but when they hear this voice, they have a sense of crisis that their hairs are blowing up.

At this time, even the most dull person can find the abnormality in Wen Qianyi's body.

But there was an invisible force in the classroom, which made them speechless no matter what, and their voices were all held in their throats.

"Wen Qianyi" was expressionless, and completely retold the knowledge points in the uniform tone of news broadcasting.

As long as you know the words, anyone can do such a simple thing.

"Question 2."

Wen Qian also wrote and drew on the blackboard again, still with the same stiff movements and Gujing's tone.

Wang Guangsen just wanted to ask out loud, but he suddenly made a surprise discovery.

He taught math and was also a homeroom teacher. The English he had learned as a student had already been returned to Marx, not to mention some particularly complex test points in high school English, which were difficult to remember clearly without adequate preparation with the thinking ability of middle-aged people.

But he found that he seemed to be able to repeat the knowledge points of the exercises that Wen Qian had just read? He didn't listen to such a long passage just now, let alone memorize it with his heart. He just wanted to take the opportunity to test Wen Qianyi to see if this language genius, who was praised by both foreigners and Teacher Liu, who taught English, had a real brush.

The confirmed results are not in Wang Guangsen's imagination at all.

Thirty minutes passed in a flash.