Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

At school, the homeroom teacher's authority is unshakeable.

Tang Yisheng's direct gaze symbolizes a "troublemaker" and an "unyielding spirit."

An experienced homeroom teacher would definitely nip this in the bud.

As a result, Tang Yisheng was punished by standing still.

Standing meditation is a product of the recently implemented "no corporal punishment of students" policy.

Upon appearance, they were automatically assigned five levels by teachers using scientific principles, corresponding to Maslow's five-level needs theory.

The worst punishment wasn't standing at the door as punishment, but standing on the side of the podium, facing the whole class.

Tang Yisheng was usually very low-key and honest, but occasionally he would make a fuss, and his homeroom teacher, Sun Yanxin, didn't scold him too much.

I originally planned to give half a lesson on standing in place as a token gesture.

For some reason, Tang Yisheng actually lost his temper!

How did Laoban Sun Yanxin find out?

Which math student who works on functions can flip through a book faster than counting money?

Is this what learning is?

It's obvious that he's defiant and deliberately picking a fight to show his homeroom teacher.

This was happening right in front of him.

If a regular substitute teacher were used instead, wouldn't they be even more arrogant?

Tang Yisheng paid no attention to any of this. He was immersed in his photographic memory skill, his heart pounding as he imagined a future where he would leave everyone else in the dust!

As a result, Tang Yisheng was kicked out of the classroom and made to stand as punishment by the teacher's order.

A level three punishment indicates that the homeroom teacher is very angry.

This time, Wang Min, who was sitting at the same table, didn't give him a perfunctory answer. She got up and made room for Tang Yisheng to swagger out.

They scoffed at his pretentious act of holding the Chinese and physics textbooks in his hands.

Tang Yisheng must be out of his mind to openly confront the homeroom teacher in class.

Did you miss your afternoon nap? Or were you still half asleep?

Forty-five minutes into a class, Tang Yisheng stood in the corridor outside the classroom for thirty-eight minutes.

Tang Yisheng could read through the Chinese and physics textbooks and then memorize them by looking down twice, which only took him one-fifth of the time.

I spent the rest of my time daydreaming.

When memories become a cloud drive, Tang Yisheng rediscovers a lot of interesting content, viewing it from a third-person perspective, becoming dazzled and engrossed.

Even the sharp ringing of the school bell was barely heard.

"That's him!"

A voice suddenly rang out from not far away.

Following closely behind was a brisk breeze and a 'f***' that had already reached Tang Yisheng's ears.

Tang Yisheng didn't even have time to open his eyes before instinctively turning to the side to avoid the gust of wind.

Bang!

snort!

Tang Yisheng retreated to the center of the aisle and saw that the wall where he was standing had been punched.

The owner of the fist is Duan Xueyou, a well-known bottom student in the liberal arts class, who, along with several guys from the sports specialty students, is known as one of the school's four kings of high school.

Fighting and brawling are commonplace there, and it's said that he has some pretty tough and arrogant friends outside of school.

According to rumors circulating at school, the girl Tang Yisheng fell down and used as a cushion at noon was his girlfriend.

When his girlfriend was wronged, Duan Xueyou came to her defense.

The same old trick: without saying a word, they start by throwing punches.

Tang Yisheng happened to be outside the classroom this time, and Duan Xueyou rushed up without saying a word and punched Tang Yisheng in the forehead.

As a result, Tang Yisheng instinctively dodged, and Duan Xueyou punched the wall.

You can tell it hurts just by the sound.

Roughly estimated, it was to the extent that my liver trembled.

Young people care about their image. Even though they are in so much pain that they are almost in tears, they have to pretend to be calm and maintain their persona as an invincible school bully.

Tang Yisheng found it amusing, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

Duan Xueyou was even more furious when he saw this.

He wanted nothing more than to tear apart the guy who mocked him and took advantage of his girlfriend.

They habitually adopt a fierce and brutal demeanor.

However, in the eyes of Tang Yisheng, who is 42 years old and possesses a powerful soul, what ruthless aura could a naive high school student have?

It's nothing but a poor imitation and pretentious posturing.

While Tang Yisheng may lack practical experience in fighting, his fighting skills are definitely not bad.

The more than 20,000 yuan a year for personal training sessions is really not a freebie.

Duan Xueyou lunged forward again.

Tang Yisheng transformed his palm into a large fist, intending to risk taking a punch in exchange for slapping the opponent's temple.

Confused and bewildered by the opponent first, it will make subsequent combined actions easier.

result--

Tang Yisheng blinked.

Brain cells reacted quickly, memories were visualized, and then Tang Yisheng inexplicably came up with a "counter-attack" strategy.

He tilted his head and turned to the side, swinging his entire arm in a wide arc.

Snapped!

Duan Xueyou's fist grazed Tang Yisheng's chin.

An untrained body suddenly enters combat formation, and the initial feedback doesn't keep up with the brain's command system.

It indicates that the message is conveyed effectively, but the nerve response is slightly sluggish.

Fortunately, the flaws did not detract from the overall success; Tang Yisheng's well-intentioned and intense confrontation was still highly effective.

Duan Xueyou turned sideways and staggered backward.

He uncontrollably crashed into the classroom door.

There was a loud bang.

Duan Xueyou lay sprawled on the ground, half of his body inside the classroom.

As we all know, it's common for math classes to run overtime.

There are four classes in the afternoon, the first two of which are math. The ten-minute breaks between classes have long been considered as the time allotted to the homeroom teacher, Sun Yanxin.

It's really annoying to be disturbed like this.

Sun Yanxin was getting into the conversation when he glared at the boy and saw that he was one of the biggest troublemakers in the grade. His anger completely erupted.

"Which class are you in? Can't you see we're having class?"

Duan Xueyou rolled over, trying to get up.

He stuck out his buttocks, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and then, in the instant he looked up, he tilted to the side and fell to the side.

He couldn't get up even after several attempts.

The students in the class completely lost their interest in studying, and the students in the back row even stood up and tiptoed to look at the door.

Sun Yanxin also noticed something was wrong. He stepped down from the podium, intending to bend down and help the student up before criticizing him.

Bang!

Another figure crashed into the classroom door.

This time the force was significantly greater than before; the only square pane of glass on the door shattered with a clang and fell to the ground.

Due to the force of physical inertia, the glass shattered backwards, posing little threat to the head of the person who slammed the door.

One of Duan Xueyou's henchmen, and the guy who just spoke up and pointed out Tang Yisheng.

Cui Rui, from Class 7 next door, was Tang Yisheng's neighbor, separated by only one wall, before Tang Yisheng moved to the provincial party committee compound.

This was the first time Tang Yisheng had ever felt so satisfied with hitting someone.

The "golden finger" not only has a photographic memory, but also seems to come with very powerful AI technology.

While the action is being visualized, the system will quickly analyze and deduce the appropriate angles for dodging and striking based on Tang Yisheng's posture, and then implement these angles onto Tang Yisheng.

In words, it is a complete set of interconnected schemes.

In reality, it was no different from Tang Yisheng's subconscious reaction.

Duan Xueyou's scratch on Tang Yisheng's jaw was an accident due to his unfamiliarity with the performance during his debut. In just a few breaths, Tang Yisheng had become proficient and handled the situation with ease.

The effect of Cui Rui being brutally beaten and then kicking Duan Xueyou is perfect proof of this.

However, Cui Rui bumped into the door, hit Duan Xueyou, and accidentally collided forehead-to-forehead with his old teacher Sun Yanxin, who was about to bend down and pull someone away.

Cui Rui's head struck Sun Yanxin's forehead, which had long since lost its hairline.

Hard and clanging.

Sun Yanxin lost his balance and, in front of 102 eyes, landed on his bottom in a spectacular yet sturdy slump.

Tang! Yi! Sheng!

The roar of Sun Yanxin, the homeroom teacher of Class 6, Grade 11, echoed throughout the entire teaching building.