Electronic Nezha

Chapter 185 Winning the Prize
Ms. Qiao stepped down, and a chubby male teacher took her place.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Teacher Wang, try using those tactics to cut through his middle lane!"

Teacher Wang clearly thought the same thing. He slowly approached Liu Zhenhua and asked abruptly, "How much was the indemnity under the Treaty of Beijing?"

"1600 million taels of silver."

In which year was it signed?

"1860."

How much was the indemnity under the Treaty of Shimonoseki?

"2 million taels of silver."

"This marks China's complete descent into being 'half-and-half'—"

"The Boxer Protocol".

Next was a rapid-fire Q&A session, including the dates and locations of the signing of various treaties and the claims of the great powers. I had also studied these, and when I think back, I remember feeling indignant when I learned this part. If the teacher was going to test me like this, I would definitely fail.

After several rounds, Liu Zhenhua answered fluently, and Teacher Wang nodded and said, "He truly deserves the name Zhenhua." He turned to Principal Ding and said, "There's no way a question with a correct answer could stump him."

Principal Ding looked at Wang Aili: "Teacher Wang, how do you say it in English?"

Then I heard someone whisper behind me: "English."

I turned around and saw a new teacher. I didn't pay much attention at first, just thinking that this person was doing a terrible job. But when I turned back, something felt off. Why did this person look so familiar? I turned back to look at him again and almost shouted out loud.

It's a lucky koi!
He wore glasses and a sparse wig, transforming from a confident sniper into a government employee, and stood among the teachers without looking out of place.

The koi fish winked at me.

Ma Chaoran whispered in my ear, "Jinli's current identity is that of a newly transferred person from No. 3 Middle School to manage logistics. Her daily job is to protect Liu Zhenhua's safety at school."

I glanced at the koi in surprise, then turned a blind eye to his expression.

The koi nodded.

This is our slang; I asked him if he brought the sniper rifle, and he said he did...

As expected, the special treatment of the savior is being aimed at with a gun. Who would have thought that the teacher in charge of logistics at the school's real task every day is to carry a sniper rifle and aim it at the classroom?

Now, a group of teachers and Liu Zhenhua seem to have embarked on a strange path of confrontation, competing to see who can get a point from the BOSS.

Wang Aili was given this critical task. After thinking for a while, she suddenly started rattling off a string of English phrases at Liu Zhenhua.

My English has always been passable; I'm at the level where if a foreigner asks me for directions and I actually know the answer, we can basically communicate clearly if we both speak slowly. But I can't understand a single word Wang Aili says.

Sure enough, someone in the crowd said, "Professor Wang's question is beyond the scope of the curriculum."

Immediately, someone asked the person who spoke, "What question did you ask?"

The person who spoke said, "I don't know, I teach physical education. But I can't understand a word, it must be beyond the syllabus." It seems the PE teacher's English level is about the same as mine…

I quickly understood Wang Aili's intention. English is a language, and it's the only subject that allows for study beyond the curriculum. You're the top student in the grade, so you can't have the same vocabulary and reading volume as the average student. Now I'm posing a question, and it's okay if your answer is a little naive, as long as you can understand it.

Liu Zhenhua hesitated for a moment with his hands behind his back.

Wang Aili said, "If you understand, you can answer in Chinese."

Liu Zhenhua shook his head and replied briefly, also in English.

I asked Ma Chaoran, "What did their teacher ask?"

Ma Chaoran said, "Ask him why he has made such great progress in his studies and what special methods he used."

I immediately tensed up: "What did Liu Zhenhua say?" Why is Wang Aili setting a trap?

Ma Chaoran smiled and said, "Diplomatic language." "Huh?"

"That's just nonsense."

"Oh, then I understand."

It's unclear whether Principal Ding understood, but the two of them were using obscure words, so he probably knew that the English exam was a disaster. His gaze fell on a female teacher in the crowd—no, everyone's gaze fell on this female teacher, who was Liu Zhenhua's Chinese teacher!

The time has come to prove that Chinese is the most important subject of all!
The Chinese teacher placed a pre-printed test paper in front of Liu Zhenhua and said, "We won't test anything else. Do these two reading comprehension questions."

I didn't try to avoid suspicion and joined Liu Zhenhua in reading.

There were two reading comprehension questions, one in classical Chinese and the other in modern lyrical prose. Both were works that conveyed emotions. Understanding them was not a problem, but expressing those emotions clearly tested the students' perception and summarizing abilities. In short, it tested whether they could write down what was in their minds.

I went back.

This time, Ma Chaoran asked me, "How is it?"

I said expressionlessly, "It expresses the author's homesickness."

After Liu Zhenhua finished the test paper and handed it to the Chinese teacher, the teacher only glanced at it a few times before turning her back to her. Then, she looked helplessly at Principal Ding.

"So... we failed in Chinese class too?" Principal Ding's emotions were a bit complicated, making it hard to tell whether he was disappointed or pleasantly surprised.

The Chinese teacher gritted her teeth and said, "There's still the composition! The composition test hasn't even started yet!"

Principal Ding shrugged: "Is this even necessary?"

Teacher Qiao, who teaches Taoism, said, "Yes! What if he goes off-topic?"

The teachers chimed in, "Let him write it!"

Even the koi fish, eager for a good show, chimed in: "Let him write it!"

Principal Ding's eyes lit up: "That's it! This is the only thing without a correct answer—let's test it!"

The Chinese teacher said, "Then write an essay of no less than 600 words on the topic of 'When the youth are strong, the nation is strong,' with no restrictions on the subject matter except for poetry."

After a long silence, Zhang Jingxuan looked up and asked, "Should I write too?" In his mind, he was still competing with Liu Zhenhua.

Principal Ding gave him a disdainful look and said, "You do your own thing, what does it have to do with you—you've already gotten one physics multiple-choice question wrong!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingxuan was shocked and began to frantically check the physics test paper from the beginning.

Liu Zhenhua kept writing on the manuscript paper, producing thousands of words in a short time.

The Chinese teacher looked at the essay for a while, then took out her phone and started taking pictures.

Principal Ding asked, "What are you doing?"

The Chinese teacher said, "It's so well written, let me check for plagiarism." Looking at the results on her phone, she suddenly exclaimed, "No similar work! Full marks!"

The teachers all cheered.

Principal Ding pressed on, "Then why did he lose three points on his last essay?"

The Chinese teacher said, "The paper isn't neat enough..."

"What about this time?"

Liu Zhenhua held up the manuscript and said, "I'm on guard against you this time!"

The manuscript paper looked as if it had been printed by a printer, without a single correction.

The teachers all laughed, then clapped and patted me on the shoulder to congratulate me.

I politely responded to each of them, shaking hands with them while wondering: What kind of award did I win?
(End of this chapter)