A fat man who was reborn from the dead? He transforms into a perfect male god in a week.

The next two days.

Jiang Chen's life returned to normal.

I get up at 5:30 in the morning and train: a 10-kilometer run, 2,000 push-ups, and 2,000 squats.

Then I went to the library to browse books.

He has already browsed more than two-thirds of the books in the No. 3 Middle School library, and he estimates that he can finish the rest in another week or two.

He reads faster and faster. Now he can finish a 300-page professional book in ten minutes, and he understands and memorizes it all, and can even apply what he has learned to other situations.

The world of someone with an IQ of 200 is truly different.

When my IQ was 88.

He would have thought "this book is really difficult", but now he only thinks "this book is really easy".

He even started to feel...

The knowledge he gained from high school and a regular university was no longer sufficient for him.

You should go to the city library or university library to find books for graduate students and above, or even doctoral students.

But there's no rush. Let's finish browsing through all the books in the No. 3 Middle School library first.

……

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye.

7:30 in the morning.

Jiang Chen appeared at the school gate on time.

English teacher Han Feifei was already waiting there. Today she was wearing a light gray business suit and light makeup, looking both capable and sweet.

"Jiang Chen, over here!" she waved.

Jiang Chen walked over and said, "Good morning, Teacher Han."

"Good morning," Han Feifei said with a smile. "Come on, your teacher will drive you to the city."

The two got into Han Feifei's white sedan and drove towards Jiangzhou city.

On the way, Han Feifei chatted with Jiang Chen while driving:

"Jiang Chen, although this competition is only at the city level, it is still quite prestigious, after all, it is the highest level of English oral competition for high school students in the city."

"The participants are mostly students from key high schools in the city, such as Jiangzhou No.1, No.2 and No.3 High Schools. They have good English teaching resources, and many students have started practicing their spoken English from a young age. Some have even lived abroad. Their strength should not be underestimated."

Jiang Chen nodded: "Yes, I know."

"You know?" Han Feifei raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous."

"Aren't you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous at all."

Han Feifei glanced at Jiang Chen in the rearview mirror and saw that he had a calm expression and a peaceful look in his eyes. She couldn't help but admire him inwardly.

This mental fortitude is truly unmatched by the average high school student.

"Oh, right," she suddenly remembered something, "have you prepared your speech? Do you want to take a look now and have your teacher check it out?"

Jiang Chen shook his head: "I wasn't prepared."

"Huh?" Han Feifei was taken aback. "Not prepared? Then what do you mean?"

"Just improvise."

Han Feifei: "..."

Her hand trembled, and she almost veered off course with the steering wheel.

"Improvisation?"

Her voice rose eight octaves, "Jiang Chen, this is a formal competition!"

"Although it's only at the city level, the judges are all authoritative teachers in the city's English teaching field. Can you please be a little more serious?"

Jiang Chen smiled: "Teacher Han, didn't you have a lot of confidence in me?"

"I……"

Han Feifei was speechless.

Yes, she did have a lot of confidence in Jiang Chen before.

But that's because she thought Jiang Chen would definitely prepare seriously!

Who would have thought this guy wouldn't even write a script, and was planning to freestyle on the spot?

"Jiang Chen," Han Feifei said earnestly, "I know you're very talented, but an English speech is different from a math or science exam. It requires preparation, refinement, and repeated practice..."

"Don't worry, Teacher Han," Jiang Chen interrupted her, "I know what I'm doing."

Looking at his calm and composed demeanor, Han Feifei suddenly couldn't continue speaking.

Forget it.

Since we're already here, we might as well give it a shot.

At worst, she'll just lose face, but she's thick-skinned and can handle it.

……

At 8:30 a.m., the car drove into Jiangzhou No.1 Middle School.

As the best high school in the city, Jiangzhou No.1 High School has a large and impressive campus with brand-new teaching buildings, a synthetic track on the playground, and standard indoor basketball courts.

Compared to the dilapidated teaching buildings and dirt track and field of Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School... it's truly a case of schools comparing themselves to each other and making each other look worse.

Han Feifei led Jiang Chen to the auditorium.

The auditorium was already quite full.

The front row was the judges' seat, where seven or eight teachers sat.

Behind them were the participating students and their teachers, and further back, some students from No. 1 Middle School came to watch.

Jiang Chen glanced at them and estimated there were five or six hundred people in total.

"There are quite a lot of people," he said.

"Of course," Han Feifei lowered her voice, "This is a city-wide competition, it's very prestigious, and many students want to win awards through it to get extra points in the college entrance examination's independent enrollment process."

The two found a seat at the back.

As soon as I sat down, I heard several students in front of me talking:

"Hey, have you guys seen the registration form? This year, there's actually a student from a county high school participating."

"I saw it, Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School, Jiang Chen... I've never even heard of this school."

"Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School? That name sounds familiar..."

"I remember now! Last month, in the provincial math, physics, chemistry, and biology competition, wasn't there a guy named Jiang Chen who got four perfect scores and was the first in the province? He's from Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School!"

"Holy crap! It's the same person?"

"Same name, same school, most likely."

"So he's participating in an English speech contest? Is he trying to crush his opponent from another field?"

"It's hard to say. Spoken English is not the same as math and science. Just because he's good at competitions doesn't mean he's good at spoken English."

"Exactly, spoken English requires long-term practice. What kind of environment can someone from a county-level high school have for practicing spoken English?"

"But if he really is that Jiang Chen... then today is going to be interesting."

Amid the murmurs, Jiang Chen remained calm, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Han Feifei seemed a little nervous and whispered, "Jiang Chen, they seem to be talking about you..."

"Yes, I heard you."

Aren't you nervous?

"What's there to be nervous about?"

Han Feifei: "..."

She suddenly realized that the student she was teaching had a frighteningly stable mentality.

……

At 9:00 AM sharp, the competition officially began.

The host, an English teacher from No. 1 High School, gave a brief introduction and then began to introduce the judges.

There were seven judges in total, all of whom were senior teachers in the city's English teaching field.

Some of them have even studied abroad and are highly skilled.

After introducing the judges.

The host began announcing the competition rules:

Each contestant has three minutes to give a speech on a self-selected topic, which must be positive and reflect the depth of thought of a high school student.

Scoring criteria: Pronunciation 30 points, fluency 30 points, content 30 points, typhoon 10 points, total score 100 points.

"Next, please welcome contestant number 1, Chen Xue from Jiangzhou No. 2 Middle School!"

Amid applause, a girl wearing a beige dress and with her hair in a high ponytail walked onto the stage.

She has a sweet face, but her facial features are more defined than those of most East Asians, giving her a mixed-race appearance.

"I know Chen Xue!"

Han Feifei whispered to Jiang Chen, "She grew up abroad and only returned to China for junior high school. Her English is at a native level, and she was the first place winner in this competition last year."

Jiang Chen nodded and looked at the stage.

Chen Xue picked up the microphone and introduced herself in English. Her pronunciation was incredibly standard, a completely authentic Lighthouse accent, fluent and natural, just like speaking her mother tongue.

The title of her speech was "The Power of Dreams".

The three-minute speech was delivered smoothly and without any pauses. The pronunciation was accurate, the intonation was appropriate, and the emotions were full.

After he finished speaking, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

"That's amazing," Han Feifei exclaimed. "The pronunciation, the fluency, no wonder she grew up abroad."

Jiang Chen didn't speak, he just listened quietly.

The performances of the next contestants varied greatly.

Some were so nervous their voices trembled, some forgot their lines and stumbled, and some spoke with heavy accents, making them sound particularly awkward.

Han Feifei grew increasingly nervous, muttering under her breath, "It's over, it's over, Chen Xue is too strong, everyone else is being crushed by her..."

Jiang Chen suddenly said, "She has a problem."

"What's the problem?"

"The content is too empty, full of feel-good platitudes, and lacks depth."

Han Feifei was taken aback. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed... that was indeed the case.

Chen Xue's speech was impeccable in terms of pronunciation and fluency, but the content was indeed rather shallow, consisting of the usual "have dreams" and "persevere" messages, without any originality.

"But pronunciation and fluency account for 60 points," Han Feifei said. "Based on these two items alone, her score won't be low."

Jiang Chen smiled and didn't say anything more.

……