YM778.TV Chapter 141: Competition (Second Update)
“Why? Because I’m acknowledged as a genius by Binhai University! Because I’m the class president of this class!” Zhu Ting looked straight at Huang Xiaolong, his eyes full of sarcasm. “You don’t accept that, do you? If you don’t accept, tell me, what rights do you have to sit here!”
Zhu Ting’s words were extremely arrogant. He declared himself to be a genius, but no one could rebut him because he was indeed a brilliant mind.
“Of course, I have the guts.” Huang Xiaolong replied seriously. “Even though I didn’t finish primary school, I have been a self-learner. Or else, you can test me if you want. If I can’t answer, it means I have no eligibility to study here.”
“HAHAHAHAHA”
The whole class burst into laughter.
Was the most talented student in Binhai University, Zhu Ting, going to test an unschooled peasant?
How absurd!
How ridiculous!
It’s totally outrageous!
“You? You’re not worth me testing you.” Zhu Ting shook his head disdainfully.
“Hahayou’re definitely afraid to test me, you’re scared you won’t stump me.” Huang Xiaolong laughed. “You’re really weird. You’re the one who says I have no right to be here. Now that I want to prove myself, you’re scared. Do you have something wrong with your brain?”
“You! What did you say?” Zhu Ting turned livid, then smirked. “Fine, fine, good, I’ll test you. I’ll give you a question. If you can’t answer it, leave!”
“What if I can answer?” Huang Xiaolong retorted.
“HAHAHAHA You can answer my question? You’re really an inflated ego…I’ll make it clear, if you can answer, I’ll crawl out of this classroom!” Zhu Ting said harshly.
“Great! Ask your question! I want to see you crawl out of the classroom!” Huang Xiaolong rolled up his sleeves.
Huang Xiaolong is confronting the class president, Zhu Ting!
It’s a showdown!
All the classmates are watching the two with a lively interest.
But, they felt ridiculous when looking at Huang Xiaolong.
A damn illiterate who couldn’t even graduate from primary school, wanted to compete with Zhu Ting?
This was beyond presumptuous.
This was downright asking for humiliation!
Everyone was waiting to see Huang Xiaolong make a fool of himself and get kicked out of the classroom.
“Zhu Ting always acts arrogant because of his talent, he’s narrow-minded…how dare he confront my Little Long…Little Long, fight back, slap his face!” Song Yuru always found Zhu Ting’s arrogant demeanor detestable.
Although she admitted that Zhu Ting was somewhat talented, he always wore a stinky face, as if everyone owed him money, which was annoying.
Song Yuru was not one of those silly girls who were blindly infatuated with Zhu Ting…
As for Huang Xiaolong, Song Yuru had full confidence in him.
In her view, her Little Long was simply a capable and miraculous person!
The situation had escalated to this point, and Chu Tingting, as the teacher, had no choice but to watch how things developed.
“Hurry up and ask the question.” Huang Xiaolong was a bit impatient looking at Zhu Ting.
You know, ever since Huang Xiaolong got his break, becoming the only ghost emissary between heaven and earth, hell has been his backyard.
In hell, there were so many talented people, great historical figures, elites from various industries, giants from all fields… Huang Xiaolong had learned many, many things since childhood.
Moreover, his memory and cognitive abilities far surpassed the human limit…
So! He wasn’t afraid of Zhu Ting at all!
Perhaps, in the eyes of ordinary people, Zhu Ting was indeed a genius, a standout. But in Huang Xiaolong’s eyes, he was just a piece of garbage!
A pure piece of trash!
An incredibly weak existence!
“Heh” Zhu Ting grinned, his expression indicating he had everything under control. “Since we are all students of the Chinese literature department, and the course we are studying today is ancient Chinese literature. So, I won’t test you on other things…just a question on ancient Chinese literature.”
Done, Zhu Ting sneered. “Listen up, do you know about Tang and Song poetry? Do you know about Li Qingzhao? Li Qingzhao’s Dian Jiang Chun. Gui Si…hmm, recite this poem to me.”
Recite Song poetry?
Li Qingzhao’s ‘Dian Jiang Chun. Gui Si’
This poem, not easy but not that hard either.
Li Qingzhao was famous, but not every poem was passed down over thousands of years. Some poems were not that popular, and some could even be considered obscure.
For instance, ‘Dian Jiang Chun. Gui Si’
If you were not extremely fond of Li Qingzhao or deeply studied her works, you might not recall this poem, let alone recite it.
At least this poem was not included in the university textbook.
“Peasant! Hurry up and recite!”
“Don’t be dumbfounded! Recite it, or get out!”
“Do you guys think he can recite this one? I can’t even do it!”
“Get on with it!” Zhu Ting was looking at Huang Xiaolong with a victorious look in his eyes.
‘Huh…Li Qingzhao? I’ve chatted with her several times in hell…she even taught me how to write poems…’Huang Xiaolong was nonchalant.
“Okay, listen up, I’ll recite.” Huang Xiaolong cleared his throat. “When the thread is tangled, it’s affection without a specific cause. Proverbs leaning on the pillar, a few dots of rain inducing flowers. Spring has gone and I miss it. Loose threads, a thousand worries, one inch of gut is so soft, loneliness in the deep boudoir.”
Huang Xiaolong recited it in one breath, very quickly, it only took about ten seconds.
The whole class was dead silent!
Then——
“HA HA HA HA HA HA What the fuck is this? Jesus, the beginning doesn’t match the end! Such a dumb as hell thing!”
Someone started laughing loudly.
Even Song Yuru’s face sank, she whispered, “Little Long…you…you recited it wrong.”
“Pssst Are you mentally disoriented?” Zhu Ting laughed, “And you wanted me to test you? With your level of knowledge? Okay, you lost, get out of this classroom. Our class doesn’t need a drag like you!”
“Huh? I lost? Clearly, I won.” Huang Xiaolong looked serious. “You should be the one crawling out of the classroom, right?”
“Stop arguing! Who lost and who won, the whole class witnessed it. What? You’re going to renege? Do you believe I’ll kick you out!” Zhu Ting shouted.
At this moment——
“Wait” Chu Tingting’s eyes were filled with shock and surprise. Her pretty face was completely stunned. “It…it…it’s Huang Xiaolong who won.”
“Professor Chu! Are you joking!” Zhu Ting was displeased and snorted.
“He…he reversed the words…” Chu Tingting murmured. “In the quiet boudoir, a soft gut filled with a thousand worries. I miss the departed spring. Several spots of rain brought flowers into full bloom. I lean against the balcony rail, feelings overwhelmed. Where is anyone? The grass and sky wither away, cutting off my hope of retuning.”
“Reciting it backward was many times harder…Huang Xiaolong…your…your memory and cognitive abilities…they’re too strong.” Chu Tingting looked at Huang Xiaolong as if looking at a monster.
It was quiet!
The classroom was silent!