Infinite Doomsday Escape

Chapter 128
"Is it useful to say something wrong?" The teacher looked at Zhang Xin contemptuously, and waved the pointer in his hand up and down: "Stretch out your hand!"

Zhang Xin raised his hand sobbing, waiting for the teacher's pointer to swing down.

At this time, Lan Xiaye stood up all of a sudden, deliberately making the chair dragging back loudly.

The teacher's pointer stopped in the air, and a pair of fierce eyes looked over.

Lan Xiaye bowed down and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, teacher, it's all my fault that I have been pulling classmate Zhang to help me memorize "To the Oak Tree" in order to memorize it by heart. I really want to finish the homework assigned by the teacher."

Zhang Xin's eyes widened for a moment, she looked at Lan Xiaye in horror, how could she let herself recite "To the Oak Tree" for her, she said that the teacher would let her recite it on the spot.

Sure enough, the teacher frowned a little and nodded, "In that case, you can recite it on the spot."

"To the Oak Tree" is a love poem written by Shu Ting. It happened that Lan Xiaye had recited this poem when she took the art test.

She recited it loudly: "If I love you, I will never be like a climbing Ling Xiaohua, showing off with your tall branches; if I love you..."

Lan Xiaye recited extremely smoothly without getting stuck at all. The teacher nodded in satisfaction, her expression completely relieved, and motioned for her and Zhang Xin to sit down.

The teacher walked up to the podium with his hands behind his back, "Jiang Jie recited very well just now, and her learning attitude is worth learning from. Next, let's recite other students."

Wu Zhicai looked at Lan Xiaye with a gloomy expression, his dark pupils were completely darkened, and no light could come through. Suddenly he heard the teacher ask another question, he sat up straight with a distorted expression, and lowered his head like other students.

The classroom returned to a dead silence, which was very depressing.

The teacher patted the table very dissatisfied, "Every time I ask you to answer a question, you just end up memorizing like this. Can you learn from the fifth class next door? They won't do this to you!"

Suddenly he saw a person, the pointer hit the table heavily, and shouted: "Yu Dongyuan!"

Lan Xiaye saw some students in the front row shrank their necks in horror, and seemed to be curling up.

"Yes." A boy in school uniform immediately stood up. He was sitting in front of Lan Xiaye. Lan Xiaye couldn't see his face, but the headset hanging around his neck was very conspicuous.

Sure enough, the teacher got angry because of this, walked up to Yu Dongyuan, pointed at him and cursed: "Why do you come to class with a headset? Are you here to study or listen to music?"

Yu Dongyuan's ears turned red at a loss, and he explained in a panic: "I didn't..."

"Stop explaining, hand over your phone." The teacher interrupted him impatiently.

Yu Dongyuan said incoherently: "I don't have a mobile phone."

The students sitting around Lan Xiaye showed malicious smiles and propped their chins to watch Yu Dongyuan's excitement.

There were all sorts of small comments below, "Oh my god, how dare he?"

"It's really speechless to hide the mobile phone."

From these discussions, Lan Xiaye learned that this school does not allow mobile phones, and all of them need to be handed in and confiscated.

"Quiet!" The teacher was very troubled by these small and dense discussions, and turned around and shouted to the students behind him.

The teacher's deterrence was very strong, and after the silence was finished, the class returned to the silence like stagnant water.

"Yu Dongyuan, let me warn you one last time, hand over your phone. Don't make trouble to the end, it will make us all ugly."

Yu Dongyuan's fair face turned red, and he simply stepped aside for the teacher to search.

The teacher sneered, took out all the books in Yu Dongyuan's desk, and checked them carefully. He was shocked to find that there was really no mobile phone in the drawer, and the teacher searched carefully again in disbelief.

In the end, he compromised, and said with an extremely bad face: "Since you don't have a mobile phone, why do you have to bring headphones!"

Yu Dongyuan said: "This is a relic left by my mother, so I want to carry it every day."

This reason is difficult to convince everyone. Did the teacher carefully recall that this student also brought headphones to class before?

But these memories are as indistinct as a layer of fog.

"Hmph, then you can recite "To the Oak Tree"."

Yu Dongyuan looked sad, he had just come to this world not long ago, how could he have memorized this poem, and he had never heard of this poem in his own native world.

Caught Yu Dongyuan's mistake, the teacher snorted heavily, "I told you to recite the book, why can't you recite it? Stretch out your hand."

Yu Dongyuan was embarrassed and shy, the teacher's punishment turned out to be a public thug.

However, the second the teacher's whip came down, Yu Dongyuan's flushed face lost all color and became extremely pale.

After being whipped several times, Yu Dongyuan was almost unable to stand still, and his painful left hand kept trembling unconsciously.

It is impossible for a tasker to be unable to withstand the pointer, which only shows that this punishment is not an ordinary thug.

Lan Xiaye saw that Zhang Xin was trembling in fear, reading with his head down, and many students around him were also in the same situation.

Next, the teacher checked several students one after another, and unexpectedly, except for Lan Xiaye, no one could recite "To the Oak Tree". Every time they opened their mouths to recite, they always stumbled and couldn't speak.

It's a bit strange, a poem asked to be recited by the teacher shouldn't be impossible for everyone to recite, such a high failure rate made Lan Xiaye realize that this poem may have other special features.

"What a bunch of trash!" The teacher stepped onto the stage angrily and opened the book, "I'll tell you about this poem again."

Lan Xiaye was concentrating on listening to the teacher's explanation.

"The poem 'To the Oak' is about—"

"Someone jumped off the building!" A scream abruptly overwhelmed the teacher's explanation, and the whole teaching building erupted instantly.

The students in the classroom stretched their heads to look out the window one after another, impatiently wanting to go outside to watch the excitement.

Their eyes are shining, which is the interest in new things and the pleasure of being interrupted to learn.

Many students were already standing in the corridor looking down. Seeing that the students in the class were about to move, the teacher immediately shouted: "Quiet!"

The classroom was still restless, even Zhang Xin, who was obedient and obedient, moved to Lan Xiaye's side and discussed with her excitedly.

"Who jumped off the building?" There was light in her eyes, and she wanted to go out immediately to find out what happened.

"Quiet! Quiet!" The teacher patted the table heavily with the pointer, and the loud noise instantly suppressed the lively discussion in the class.

When the class was quiet again, the teacher adjusted his glasses and said to Wu Zhicai: "Let them study by themselves, don't make a scene, don't leave the classroom, I'll go outside to see what's going on."

(End of this chapter)