Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Tang Yisheng was admitted to the Experimental High School, a key provincial high school with a heavy workload.

In the second year of high school, students are divided into science and humanities classes. Classes 1 to 7 are science classes, while classes 8, 9, and 13 are humanities classes.

In addition, there are two arts and sports classes, No. 11 and No. 12, located separately on the west side of the main teaching building.

Tang Yisheng walked into Class 6 classroom as the preparatory bell rang. Looking around, his past memories were rekindled.

First, reserve your seat.

The fourth row from the south, by the window.

Secondly, my deskmate was a girl named Wang Min whose glasses lenses were as thin as the bottom of a beer bottle.

Currently, I am still an ordinary ugly duckling.

Even after entering university and graduating... he still couldn't completely transform his appearance.

However, I did pass the bar exam the year I graduated from university, which amazed my classmates a little.

"Excuse me, I'll be right there."

Tang Yisheng stood next to Wang Min and, seeing that she remained unmoved, spoke softly.

Wang Min kept her eyes on the table, straightened her back, and scooted forward, causing the stool to tilt forward and the two back legs of the stool to lift up.

Tang Yisheng turned slightly to the side, and smoothly squeezed through the gap between the back desk and Wang Min's back.

I haven't experienced this feeling of riding through a narrow gap in over twenty years.

I tried it again, and it was quite interesting.

Just as his interest was beginning to take hold, it was met with a series of setbacks.

"Tang Yisheng, hand in your math homework now."

"What about your English essay? You're the only one out of five groups who hasn't handed it in."

"Tang Yisheng, have you finished your physics homework? It must be handed in before the third period..."

The preparatory bell has already rung.

Class starts in less than ten minutes.

Why are these class representatives so clueless?

Didn't they know to maintain classroom order beforehand?

Why do I have to be disturbed when I'm lost in my fantasies and daydreaming?

"Hey, have you finished your homework?"

Tang Yisheng glanced at the books stacked on the edge of Wang Min's desk in front of him, and on top of them, a few exercise books were placed on top of a tin pencil case.

Before Wang Min could react, Tang Yisheng took matters into his own hands, reached out and picked it up to look through it.

"Give it back to me!"

"Let me copy this..."

"No copying allowed!"

"Just a quick look, I'll give it back to you next class."

"No, Tang Yisheng, you'd better give it back right now, or I'll tell the teacher."

Wang Min blushed with anxiety. Her glasses were a little loose, so she stretched out her index finger to push against the frame. With her other hand, she skillfully reached into the table and then took it out, turning it from a finger into a compass to point at Tang Yisheng's elbow.

Tang Yisheng instinctively shrank back against the wall, quickly pleading, "Here, here, take it away quickly."

"Do your own homework, I'm not letting anyone copy!"

"So stingy."

Tang Yisheng muttered to himself.

Under the watchful gaze of the upturned compass tip, it shut its mouth.

Huh?

Tang Yisheng suddenly froze.

He blinked, turned his head slightly, and his gaze fell on the homework that his deskmate Wang Min had just arranged.

Wang Min noticed something, glared at Tang Yisheng, and immediately picked up the homework again and stuffed it into the desk drawer.

Judging from this situation, it's absolutely impossible for Tang Yisheng to learn anything from it again.

Tang Yisheng didn't necessarily want to copy homework; rather, he noticed something strange.

Just as Wang Min was caught off guard, Tang Yisheng flipped the homework open from the middle and read five or six pages in a row.

I only glanced at it.

Wang Min then used a compass to coerce Tang Yisheng into taking back his workbook.

Tang Yisheng suddenly realized that he had memorized all the content he had read.

I really just glanced at it; I didn't even pay attention to it.

Five pages and seven lines.

There are formulas, symbols, and numbers arranged haphazardly, which at first glance seem to have no discernible pattern.

It was as if it were copied into my brain; I could even clearly remember the wing patterns of the small flying insect that had been crushed and turned into a specimen in the upper left corner of the second page.

But reality reminded Tang Yisheng that the small flying insects were so tiny that their wing patterns were so fine that they were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Does photographic memory include microscopic magnification and reduction?

His own transmigration perk, the legendary cheat code, appeared so quietly and without a sound?

Tang Yisheng understood.

With a cheat system in place, how could rebirth be a dream or an act?

Hehe, this is really exciting.

Just thinking about it made Tang Yisheng unable to hide his excitement.

To prove the performance of the cheat code, and also to divert attention from excessive inflation.

Tang Yisheng squinted, his gaze passing through the aisle and landing on the desk of the deputy squad leader in the third row to his right.

What was the deputy squad leader's name again?

Is it Li Daidi or Li Yanan?

Never mind, that's not important.

She placed her arms horizontally on the book.

Tang Yisheng's already skewed vision only allowed him to peer into an area the size of a palm.

Moreover, the vision was blurred, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Tang Yisheng withdrew his gaze, seemingly closing his eyes to rest.

In reality, his mind was racing, actively recalling everything he had just scanned with his eyes.

The size of a palm-sized piece of paper was extracted from memory.

Vague.

You can't even see a fart clearly.

It's not exactly the same as what I just saw, but it's exactly the same.

Tang Yisheng understood again.

My ability is to visualize images through the retina and then load and deduce each frame of memory into a 3D model for me to retrieve.

well.

Very powerful.

As far as Tang Yisheng is concerned, his "photographic memory" ability is second only to his personal space.

However, the portable space was too fantastical, and Tang Yisheng dared not hope to have it.

Having a photographic memory is good.

Everything I've seen, I can remember.

Doesn't that mean all that stuff I listened to on Himalaya FM, read online novels, read motivational articles, and took notes from those business model lectures that cost hundreds of thousands of yuan for three days and two nights...?

Whether it's a steady, long-term approach or a quick windfall, this golden touch is the best tool to grasp.

hiss!

Tang Yisheng's elbow was stabbed hard.

"What are you doing!"

Tang Yisheng was annoyed.

This little brat is pushing her luck. Does she really think that just because a man doesn't hit women he can bully them?

Tang Yisheng was certain: when it comes to the 108 ways to give an injection, none of the bunch of rubbish in the classroom can compare to him.

only--

Tang Yisheng glared at his classmate Wang Min with a cold look.

Some people are simply not qualified to have their miraculous acupuncture skills applied to them.

"Tang Yisheng! Stand up!"

A round figure appeared on the podium without anyone noticing.

The Mediterranean hairstyle symbolizes hard work, dedication, and merit.

His square face, even with its reflective forehead, exuded a serious aura.

And about 1.65 meters in height and about 165 kilograms in weight.

A truly heavyweight veteran teacher.

Sun Yanxin, the homeroom teacher of Class 6, Grade 11.

A future top-level teacher and the future head of the mathematics teaching and research group in Shizhong District.

It's nothing special right now.

His rise to prominence won't begin until next year.

After all, as a proud son-in-law, his father-in-law will only become a school party official and principal next year.

"What are you doing! The school bell has rung, what are you standing there for? I'd like to ask you, what are you trying to do!"

The classroom erupted in laughter.

Dull afternoon classes often leave students feeling listless and dispirited.

Rare moments of relaxation and focused engagement can fully engage the classroom atmosphere and stimulate students' initiative in absorbing knowledge.

Sun Yanxin knows how to mediate the atmosphere within the class.

Tang Yisheng just happened to be there and was a little unlucky.

At any other time, Tang Yisheng would have been red-faced with embarrassment. Even if he was told to stand up, he would stick his butt out and use his elbows to prop himself up on the table, playing the role of an ostrich in self-defense.

But things are different now.

Tang Yisheng stood ramrod straight, his gaze calmly sweeping over the entire classroom.

Students who were looked at by him, regardless of gender, immediately stopped smiling.

In an instant, the classroom of Class 6 fell silent, leaving only Tang Yisheng openly staring at his homeroom teacher, Sun Yanxin.