Chapter 8 The Hidden Genius

The first class in the afternoon is math.

Old Xu stood on the podium, writing formulas on the blackboard with chalk in his hand. The students below stared intently at the blackboard, occasionally bowing their heads to take notes.

Yu Qing, however, was dozing off downstairs.

He discovered that mathematics is completely different from other subjects. In elementary school, the content taught by teachers is basically the same as the content tested, which is "dead knowledge". However, in high school, there will be 40% of the extended content that teachers cannot teach, which is "living knowledge".

In other words, what the teacher teaches can only help you get a passing grade. Whether you can get a high score depends on your own talent in mathematics.

Talent determines a person's upper limit. Yu Qing is the kind of person who has no talent at all. As soon as he sees those complicated formulas, he can't help but feel sleepy.

This shows that a stupid person, no matter how many times he is reborn, may not be as good as a top student like Lin Yueyue who can learn something easily.

Yu Qing sighed.

Bored out of her mind, she lay sprawled on the table, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the corner against the wall. There she saw Lu Chi still sitting quietly, holding a pen and seemingly drawing something.

His movements were quick, and it didn't look like he was taking notes; it looked more like he was doodling. For Lu Chi, a student who was always diligent in his studies, this behavior was quite unusual.

"Is it because of Yang Jing just now?"

Yu Qing frowned, a vague guess forming in his mind.

"Lu Chi..."

At this moment, a loud voice interrupted Yu Qing's thoughts.

Yu Qing looked up in the direction of the voice and saw Old Man Xu looking at Lu Chi below with a serious expression, pointing to the problem on the blackboard with a ruler: "You tell me this problem, what is the minimum value of a squared plus b squared divided by c squared?"

Lu Chi quickly hid the paper in his hand in his book, slowly stood up, glanced at the question on the blackboard, and fell into thought.

Everyone in the classroom looked surprised. They never expected that Lu Chi would be daydreaming in Old Xu's class, because in their impression, Lu Chi had always been a well-behaved and obedient student.

Yang Jing, sitting in the back row, snorted disdainfully, looking like she was waiting to see a good show.

After thinking for about two seconds, Lu Chi slowly said, "Using sine, from side to angle, 2B+A=Π/2, c=pai/2+b, and then reducing it to cosB, we get the solution."

Lu Chi's voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Clear logic and quick thinking.

The classroom was quiet for a moment.

Old Xu was slightly taken aback. He also seemed not to have expected Lu Chi to give an answer in such a short time. While he was surprised, his serious expression also softened.

"Sit down and pay attention in class."

After saying that, he turned around and began to explain, following Lu Chi's train of thought.

The students below all wore strange expressions.

What's going on? Are you kidding me?

Is that all?

They all thought Lu Chi must have encountered this problem before, and that he had just stumbled upon it by sheer luck.

Yu Qing's expression also became strange. He looked at the trigonometric function problem on the blackboard, then at Lu Chi's back, and frowned thoughtfully.

He hadn't noticed this nobody before.

Now Yu Qing realizes he has fallen into a misconception. How could a serial killer who committed more than a dozen murders be found by the police only after ten years with a clue?

A serial killer may have low emotional intelligence, but his IQ will never be low. He must be a meticulous, cunning, and unpredictable genius to possess such terrifying psychological qualities.

This speculation still needs to be verified.

...

Evening self-study session ended.

As everyone in the class gradually left the classroom, Yu Qing remained in her seat without moving until the last student left.

He slowly stood up, walked to Lu Chi's desk, glanced at the door to make sure no one was there, and then reached into Lu Chi's desk to rummage through it.

"Strange, I clearly saw him put a piece of paper inside, where did he put it?" Yu Qing fumbled around for a long time but couldn't find the piece of paper in the classroom. Besides a few books, there were only a few test papers left inside.

Yu Qing fell into deep thought. What exactly was he drawing in class? Could it be recording some secret? What kind of secret was it that he couldn't let others see?

Yu Qing's gaze inadvertently fell on the math test paper on the table, on which the fraction "125" was drawn in red pen.

This is an above-average score, which is quite excellent for a student like Yu Qing who is not a good student.

Yu Qing picked up the math test paper on the table and glanced at it casually. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He put down the math test paper, picked up the Chinese test paper, then put down the Chinese test paper again and picked up the English test paper.

About ten minutes later, he finally discovered the problem.

"The paper is too neat..."

Indeed, he had never seen a test paper so neatly arranged, with elegant and beautiful handwriting, as if it had been machine-typed, without a single correction.

This is absolutely unbelievable!

Moreover, it wasn't just one paper; all the papers were arranged in a clean and orderly manner, with scores consistently above average, and the reasoning behind the incorrect answers was also just right.

Yu Qing frowned. Just as he had guessed, Lu Chi was deliberately hiding his true abilities; his intelligence was definitely far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Why would someone who is clearly a genius pretend to be an ordinary person?"

Yu Qing couldn't understand it, let alone figure it out.

He neatly stacked the test papers on Lu Chi's desk, put them all back in their original places, and then picked up his textbooks and schoolbag and left the classroom.

...

Because he spent too much time in the classroom, Yu Qing missed the last bus and had to walk home.

Throughout the journey, Yu Qing kept thinking about Lu Chi.

Ten years ago, Jiangcheng was not as bustling as it was in the previous life. There were no skyscrapers, no shopping malls, and few pedestrians on the road. Only occasionally would a car rush by.

The night breeze carried a slight chill, and Yu Qing, wearing only a thin shirt, felt a bit cold in the wind, so he quickened his pace.

But when he reached the entrance of the residential area, he suddenly stopped and stared intently at a figure on the roadside.

Lu Chi's back view was still easy to recognize, especially since Yu Qing had a deep impression of him, so even from a distance, she could still easily tell him out.

He just didn't expect to run into Lu Chi here.

This surprised Yu Qing.

Lu Chi was squatting alone by the roadside, holding a sausage in his hand, feeding the stray cats nearby.

The dim streetlights shone on the ground, casting a long, dark shadow beneath his feet, like a black serpent.

Yu Qing stood still, watching him from afar.

To be honest, this scene is so warm and beautiful.

This made him doubt himself: could such an ordinary teenager really be a murderer?

Do demons have body temperature?

Yu Qing suddenly felt that the boy had become a stranger again.