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"Slap slap slap..."

It wasn't applause, it was the sound of a slap on the board.

Zhou Kui, Zhao Chunyang, Diao Haiming, and Su Ke were lined up and being severely beaten by their homeroom teacher, Gao Jingwen.

Standing to the side watching were He Bingzhu, and three of her students, Wang Xuebing, Li Yapeng, and Chen Jianbin.

In Jiangnan's opinion, these three guys looked rather pitiful. Wang Xuebing had his right arm in a sling, Chen Jianbin had his left arm in a sling, and there was a band-aid stuck above his left eye.

Huh…

Li Yapeng seemed to be fine; his flowing long hair was still there, his face was clean, and there were no injuries on his hands.

"Fourth brother, up so early?"

It wasn't time for morning classes yet, and students from the classes of '90, '91, '92, and '93 were all leaning against their dorm windowsills or gathering at the stairwells of the dorm building to watch the excitement.

Upon spotting Jiangnan, Tang Xu and Li Naiwen waved vigorously at him.

"I'm focused on my studies, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't attend early morning classes, so I get up before 5 a.m."

Facing his two best buddies, Jiangnan bragged a little.

"Pah!"

As soon as Jiangnan finished speaking, Li Naiwen and Tang Xu simultaneously gave him the middle finger. They had learned this move from Jiangnan, which meant "Holy crap," emphasizing their shock.

Ignoring the friendly greetings from his two best buddies, Jiangnan moved closer to them and whispered:

  

"It's just a fight at the school gate, it doesn't seem that serious. Why would Lao Gao go to such lengths?"

In the early 90s, fighting was common on campus, and everyone was very brave. Even if they lost a fight and dislocated their arm, they wouldn't call the police or ask the teachers for help.

At worst, we'll recover from this injury and get our revenge next time.

Scenes like today are truly rare.

"It's not serious... Fourth Brother, who told you that?" Squad leader Wang Jinpeng spoke very mysteriously, pulling Jiang Nan aside and whispering.

"During last night's brawl, I don't know who it was, but Li Yapeng was lying on the ground when he stepped on him."

"hiss…"

Jiang Nan gasped when he saw the spot Wang Jinpeng was covering.

That's too cruel!

If described in martial arts novels, this would be called a "kick that cuts off a person's offspring."

So, if this guy really ruins him, will he no longer be able to provoke beautiful women in the entertainment industry like he did in his previous life?

Qu Ying, Ke Lan, Zhou Xun…

Just as he was feeling sentimental, something suddenly happened that left Jiangnan speechless.

"Teacher He, Teacher Gao, the ones who beat us yesterday, and Jiangnan too."

"You bastard, you're talking nonsense!"

Before Li Yapeng could finish speaking, Li Naiwen and Tang Xu, like firecrackers that had been lit, rushed out of the stairwell and started pointing their fingers at him and cursing.

"Last night, when we were having a late-night snack, Jiangnan and singer Wang Fei were sitting at the main entrance of Jingxiu Restaurant. You guys started fighting, and Wang Fei pulled him away."

"Yes, yes, Teacher Gao, Teacher He, I, Tang Xu, swear that everything Li Naiwen said is the truth. If you don't believe me, you can ask Zhu Yuanyuan in our class."

You can also call Wang Fei to verify this.

"Yes, I can testify that Jiangnan wasn't there at all during the fight yesterday." At this moment, Zhu Yuanyuan also rushed downstairs.

"Um…"

Gao Jingwen, who was beating up his own student to vent his anger on behalf of He Bingzhu, the class teacher of the Class of '90, stopped, pondered for a moment, and then looked towards Jiangnan.

"Jiangnan... what do you say?"

"Jiangnan..."

"Jiangnan... come here. Li Yapeng said you got into a fight last night too. What do you have to say?"

Gao Jingwen was a little angry.

What's wrong with Jiangnan? He's usually quite clever, why is he so quiet today?

Since so many classmates are testifying for you, why don't you just say it has nothing to do with you?

Just as Gao Jingwen was about to pick up the board and personally greet Jiang Nan, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs in a daze, he finally returned to normal.

"Teacher He, Teacher Gao, my classmate is right, I didn't participate in the fight yesterday."

"You say there was no fight and that's it?" Wang Xuebing stood behind He Bingzhu, standing on tiptoe and shouting.

"Teacher He, Teacher Gao, I said I didn't fight, and I didn't fight. If I were to start a fight, I wouldn't need these four students in our class to lift a finger; I could beat all three of them into submission by myself."

As he spoke, Jiangnan, standing at the top of the stairs, got into a fighting stance. Just as he swung his right arm out, a series of sharp cracking sounds were heard…

Jiangnan only demonstrated two moves of the White Ape Tongbei Fist on the basketball court before the crowd fell silent.

Everyone was thinking to themselves, "This guy wasn't bragging after all. The boxing skills he showed were really no match for those three boys from the 90th grade class."

.........

Gao Jingwen was very happy!

He threw down the board in his hand and signaled to the students of Class 93 to hurry up and have their morning class on the basketball court.

Like a fiery little pepper, He Bingzhu wanted to say something more, but after opening her mouth, she swallowed it back.

What else can be said?

How embarrassing!

Three boys from my own class couldn't even beat a freshman, and now they're actually framing him.

Thinking of this, He Bingzhu waved his hand, signaling all the students in the Class of '90 to stand at the east end of the basketball court and begin their morning class.

Students at the Central Academy of Drama attend morning classes, which are very simple. They can memorize tongue twisters to correct their pronunciation or recite classic texts aloud to adjust their breathing when delivering lines.

Jiangnan chose to recite tongue twisters.

Since learning Wang Xuebing's dialogue skills, his dialogue level has far surpassed that of the rest of the class. Even so, Jiang Nan remains humble in front of everyone, practicing as much as he needs to.

"A lama came from the south, carrying five catties of flounder."

A mute man came from the north, with a megaphone tucked into his waistband.

The lama from the south, who raises flounder, wants to exchange his flounder for the trumpet of the mute man from the north…

Although he was practicing tongue twisters, Jiangnan's mind was still replaying what had just happened.

What a pleasant surprise!

It turns out that his cheat ability can not only steal other people's skills, but also their talents.

Just now, when Li Yapeng framed him, these words appeared above his head.

Li Yapeng

Gifted beyond measure, a rare talent among men, one in a thousand—should one seize such a gift or not?

The moment the words appeared, Jiang Nan wanted to grab them. He wanted to see just how impressive this person was. But when he thought of the revelations from Wang Jinpeng, Li Naiwen, and Tang Xu, Jiang Nan broke out in a cold sweat.

Last night, this guy seemed to have been kicked. The extent of the injury is unknown, but if he's really crippled, then I'll have shot myself in the foot.

Even though she didn't get any, Jiangnan was still very happy.

This is a brand new feature of the cheat system, which allows you to steal other people's skills and talents.

"Jiangnan..."

Jiangnan was happily planning whether to find someone to frame him and see if his ability to exploit others' talents was still intact when someone touched his arm.

Turning my head, I saw it was my homeroom teacher, Gao Jingwen.

"Oh, hello Professor Gao!"

"Come out for a moment, I need to talk to you about something."

Gao Jingwen said something and walked towards the entrance of the Central Academy of Drama, while Jiang Nan hurriedly followed.

Arriving at the school gate, Gao Jingwen wasn't in a hurry. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, flicked one out, put it in his mouth, lit it, took two deep drags, and then said:

"Your kung fu is pretty good. Why didn't you mention it when you came to the Central Academy of Drama for the entrance exam?"

"Having musical talent is enough. Talking too much about it will give the teacher the impression that the student is showing off."

"Hahaha…"

Before Jiang Nan could finish explaining the reason he had come up with on the spot, Gao Jingwen smiled happily, looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he took out a few folded sheets of paper from his pocket and handed them over.

"Teacher Gao, this is..."

"Didn't you have to hand in your final project?"

"Hehe, thank you, Teacher Gao!"

Jiangnan carefully took the few pages of manuscript paper and put them into his pocket.

This is a debt of gratitude, and I must cherish it.

"Professor Gao, I've actually thought about the final project. I'm going to use it to have a dialogue across time and space."

"A dialogue across time and space..."

Hearing this, Gao Jingwen became curious.

"Tell me more about it."

"In Chengdu, there is a noodle stall not far from the entrance of a fire brigade. The proprietress stays open until two or three in the morning every day so that the firefighters who go out on missions late at night can have some noodles when they come back."

Late that night, several firefighters were eating noodles at a noodle stall when suddenly a man in patched-up clothes walked over from a distance.

He wore straw sandals, an Eighth Route Army cap, and carried an old-fashioned rifle on his back…