Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 23 Battlefield
The rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper came to my ears, monotonous yet clear, stimulating my eardrums again and again.

The sound was like countless little bugs buzzing around in his blank mind, sometimes brisk, sometimes dense, touching him.

Hu Xiaobei adjusted his breathing, slowly opened his eyes, and his vision gradually became clear.

The sunlight was like a soft golden gauze, shining through the mottled leaves into his eyes, casting a picture of interweaving brightness and darkness in the classroom. It was so warm that it was a little dazzling, making him a little dazed for a moment.

Turning my head to look out the window, I saw that the old leaves were dark green, and the new leaves were gradually forming a thick shade. The branches of the camphor tree were swaying gracefully, and one or two leaves reluctantly left the branches, spinning slowly and drifting down. The breeze blew gently, bringing a faint fragrance.

Further away, the playground that is usually bustling with people is now empty. The basketball hoop stands alone, and the net sways gently in the wind, as if silently telling the story of the daily hustle and bustle.

After three full minutes, Hu Xiaobei calmed down and reviewed the math test paper again with a calm mind.

Start with simpler questions, then delve deeper little by little. As your thoughts gradually become more active, peel off the layers of obstacles, get to the core, and launch one problem-solving offensive after another.

Finish all the questions you can, regardless of whether you get them right or wrong.

Then he activated his spiritual perception ability and, like a precise proofreader, quickly checked the answered questions, carefully comparing them with the question types stored in his mind, and quickly corrected any errors he found.

Hu Xiaobei did not give up on those questions that he was not sure about.

Do as much as you can. If you really have no idea, find similar questions and imitate them to write down the steps to solve them.

The first piece of draft paper was filled with densely packed words, like a piece of cultivated land. The second piece of draft paper immediately took over and continued to carry the traces of his thoughts.

At this moment, no matter whether it is right or wrong, you can only write quickly.

Hu Xiaobei copied the answers he was sure of onto the test paper one by one, and then turned his attention to the questions that he was not sure of but had already answered.

He activated his spiritual perception ability to solve the problem, trying to compare it with the various question types he remembered in his mind.

As consumption rapidly increased, each question found common ground when it was applied to other similar cases.

I solved the difficult problems one by one according to this pattern. It’s hard to say whether the answers were correct or not, but the whole problem-solving process was very smooth.

Hu Xiaobei answered all the questions on the test paper with the mentality that even if he didn't know how to solve the problem, he would write down the steps to solve it.

After several quick checks, I finally copied the final answer with confidence.

I looked up at the clock and saw that it was only a few minutes before the deadline.

Hu Xiaobei breathed a sigh of relief, packed up his things, handed the test paper to the podium, and staggered out of the examination room step by step, dragging his somewhat tired body and mind.

This exam was so damaging to me that I was so exhausted both physically and mentally that I had to go to the cafeteria and have a big meal to relieve my stress.

I still have exams tomorrow, liberal arts in the morning and English in the afternoon.

I'm not too worried about English, and liberal arts won't be a big problem either.

Although there is not much room for improvement, however, as Yu Hua said in the book, the strong need to become even stronger!
Hu Xiaobei's foundation in liberal arts is solid enough, but there is still a little room for improvement in geography.

After going through the baptism of "devil training" like those complex and difficult problems in mathematics, looking back at geography, I found it so "friendly".

To understand the knowledge points in geography, you just need to remember the location of mountains, rivers, and the distribution of climate types, and then make a little calculation.

It's nothing like mathematics, where you have to rack your brains to avoid traps and sort out the clues like peeling off layers of silk before you can derive formulas and calculate various values.

Calculating the time, there are about six hours left for memorizing and studying.

He has almost mastered the basic theory, and his only concern is to expand it.

In view of this, Hu Xiaobei turned over the history card tonight and swam with him for about an hour.

Afterwards, we moved on to visit Geography, which lasted for four hours and left me exhausted. Today... today is enough!
As for politics, leave it for the next morning, and then grant me another hour of grace.

Oh, and that little thing about English… well, let’s discuss it the next afternoon. June 6th, the dawn was just breaking.

Hu Xiaobei was dressed in golden light, holding the Dawn, and walked into the examination room bathed in the morning sun. He looked like a general about to go to war, exuding a fearless aura.

The liberal arts subject begins, like an ancient battlefield with surging winds and clouds.

History took the lead and Hu Xiaobei cheered up and faced the challenge.

In an instant, the smoke of time filled the air, and the sounds of swords and horses echoed in the long river of time. The two sides went back and forth, inseparable.

Seeing this, Geography charged into the battle group with his halberd in hand. Hu Xiaobei immediately distracted himself to deal with the situation. The exotic scenery of mountains and rivers was intertwined with the ruins of history.

The geographical offensive was like a continuous flood. Hu Xiaobei was caught in this sudden double attack, but he still held on tenaciously.

Seeing the opportunity, Zhengzhu immediately brandished his spear and attacked like a mountain. For a moment, the three sides engaged in a melee with swords flashing and sabers flying.

In this chaos, Hu Xiaobei kept his eyes and ears open, maneuvering between the vast memories of history, the vast world of geography and the profound philosophy of politics.

Whether it is dismantling the fierce tactics of history, or resisting the turbulent impact of geography, or resolving the powerful force of politics, they are desperately searching for the opportunity to win, striving to fight a bloody path to a great victory in this chaotic battle of humanities.

Seeing the enemy's fierce momentum, Hu Xiaobei drew his sword and rode his horse, shouting, "Deep Blue, give me some more. Let me see your limit!"

In an instant, Hu Xiaobei seemed to be possessed by the god of war, exuding a fierce fighting spirit.

The pen in his hand turned into a peerless sharp blade, breaking through the fog of history with unstoppable force. The once obscure eras, characters and events all surrendered under his pen, turning into clear context and powerful arguments.

Then the blade turned, facing the turbulent waves of geography. The dangers of mountains and rivers, the unpredictable climate, and the regional differences were all explored one by one, like taming an unruly beast and making it serve one's own purpose.

Then, wherever his sword went, the political barriers were also broken down. Under his analysis, the complex theories, policies and concepts became clear as day and turned into logically rigorous explanations in his writing.

Relying on his own efforts, Hu Xiaobei galloped across the battlefield of liberal arts, unstoppable, and defeated history, geography, and politics one by one.

When the dust gradually settled and the dawn began to emerge, Fang Jue realized that he had overcome countless difficulties and dangers in the fierce battle between the three powers.

At this time, the war subsided temporarily and the soldiers finally found a moment of peace.

They either closed their eyes to rest and recover their strength, or discussed the battle situation and analyzed the strategic advantages and disadvantages of the first half.

The battlefield atmosphere, which was filled with smoke and deafening cries of killing, gradually became quiet and peaceful, like a moment of calm after a storm, but in fact it was quietly gathering strength for the next stage of desperate fighting.

As the shadows grow longer and the clock quietly slides towards three in the afternoon, English, like a mysterious and charming foreign beauty, steps lightly and leisurely into this "battlefield".

She is dressed in a gorgeous dress woven from letters and grammar, exuding a unique and charming cultural charm. With an aura that makes people both awe-inspiring and want to explore, she announces the beginning of a new round of challenges.

Hu Xiaobei quickly regrouped and fought with that foreign horse... Bah, I was wrong.

Hu Xiaobei quickly regrouped and engaged in a thrilling confrontation with the foreign words.

Hearing is like lurking in the dark, carefully listening to the enemy's secret words and capturing every bit of key information.

Reading is like bravely breaking into the enemy's carefully laid out battle formation, unraveling the details and gaining insight into the deeper meaning between the lines.

Writing is like building a fortress and defending the border, using precise vocabulary and fluent sentences to construct a solid line of defense.

After more than 90 minutes of high-speed charging, the enemy was ashamed, and I left...

Ahem, Hu Xiaobei had already achieved complete success, so he didn't want to fight any longer.

He resolutely put down his pen and handed in the paper ahead of time, like a commander who had complete control of the battle situation and did not procrastinate unnecessarily.

(End of this chapter)