Feng Yijin's sidekick imdiately responded, "I saw it."
"I saw it too; she kicked with her left leg."
"She kicked with her right leg."
The two spoke simultaneously, but their words didn't match.
Feng Yijin was almost furious to death; this bunch of pig-like teammates were dragging her down at the critical mont.
The horoom teacher considered the usual behavior of Feng Yijin and Sheng Tang and believed there was a high possibility that Feng Yijin was lying.
Her gaze darkened, and she scolded Feng Yijin and the others, "Everyone, go back to your seats, it's ti for class!"
Feng Yijin was very unwilling.
The horoom teacher gave her a stern look, and since Feng Yijin was still afraid of her, she thought about seeking revenge after class and then led her small group back to their seats.
The horoom teacher glanced at Sheng Tang and tapped her desk lightly twice with her hand.
The warning was very clear.
Sheng Tang didn't take it to heart because she was already drawn in by a Chinese textbook, quickly flipping through it.
High school for Sheng Tang was already over twenty years ago, and she was very worried about not keeping up.
When she was in school, her grades were among the best; she ranked fifth in liberal arts in the college entrance examination city-wide. Even if she didn't take the arts entrance exam, she could still get into the best universities.
Because she had a bit of a special ability: she had a photographic mory.
This was very miraculous; her grandmother was afraid it would bring trouble and forbade her from ntioning it much, so she rarely told others.
So far, she estimated that this ability still remained. Even if she was a bit rusty, with half a month of practice, she should be able to catch up and get admitted to a university without any problem.
Unexpectedly, when she opened the Chinese textbook, she saw a full page of unfamiliarity.
Lu Xun, Zhu Ziqing, they should be in high school textbooks, right? But they weren't there; foreign writers like Hugo, Gorky should appear, right? But they weren't there either.
In this era, are there no such famous people?
Sheng Tang flipped through again.
She saw the ancient literature unit, Li Bai, Tao Yuanming were there, and familiar pieces like "The Loves of Lotus" and "A Long Song" as well as other well-known ancient poems and verses also existed.
"So are there, so are not?" Sheng Tang was even more puzzled in her heart.
This world, compared to her forr world, had quite significant differences.
"This is my opportunity!" After her confusion, her heart suddenly lit up.
If the culture from recent and modern tis differed between this world and hers, what about the entertainnt industry? Were those once popular songs and movies also absent?
Her heart was bubbling with excitent, making her eager to check on her phone.
She secretly took out her phone, and just at that mont, Feng Yijin, who sat diagonally behind her, suddenly raised her hand.
"Teacher, Sheng Tang is playing with her phone in class!" Feng Yijin said.
Sheng Tang: "..."
The horoom teacher was very angry, "Sheng Tang, hand over your phone!"
Sheng Tang reluctantly stood up, walked to the podium, and placed her switched-off phone down.
The horoom teacher glanced at her coldly but didn't let her return to her seat.
"Playing with your phone in class, did you do the prep work?" the horoom teacher asked.
The horoom teacher, whose surna was Chen, also taught their Chinese class.
"I did," Sheng Tang replied.
Though she wasn't confident inside, she appeared composed on the surface as if she had a plan in mind.
Through the years, she had honed her acting skills and understanding of human nature, achieving mastery in this area.
The horoom teacher was taken aback.
Although she didn't pay much attention to Sheng Tang normally, she knew this student was timid and self-doubting. When had she ever seen her respond so confidently?
At the sa ti, the horoom teacher felt a bit annoyed, aware that the classroom disturbance earlier was because of her and intending to punish her.
"Since you did the prep work, recite 'The Loves of Lotus'," the horoom teacher said.
There were forty-five students in Class Two of Grade Eleven; at this mont, they all more or less looked up towards the podium.
It was only the fifth week since the term began, and the Chinese class hadn't covered ancient texts. Moreover, by 'prep work,' the teacher ant a cursory look.
Normally, morization would only be required after the lesson was taught.
"... If you can't recite it, you'll stand by the podium and listen to the class all morning," the horoom teacher's tone remained icy.
Standing by the podium was undoubtedly a public humiliation, more shaful than standing at the door or the back of the classroom.
This teacher intended to deliberately punish Sheng Tang.
"Do I have to recite the whole thing?" Sheng Tang asked.
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