Jiang Zhiying looked at Song Baoyu with a smile: "Mr. Song, please come and take a look to see if there is anything wrong with this brick."
After hearing this, the students became even more curious. What exactly was Jiang Zhiying going to perform?
Song Baoyu walked over and looked at the bricks on the desk with disdain. Because they had been washed not long ago, the bricks were still wet. He looked at them for a while but couldn't see anything wrong with them. They were just ordinary bricks.
So he said with disdain: "Isn't this just a brick? What's the problem?"
Jiang Zhiying was not in a hurry and continued to smile: "Why don't you pick it up and have a look?"
Song Baoyu looked disgusted, but he was really curious about what Jiang Zhiying wanted to do, so he picked up the brick.
The brick was icy cold to the touch, like a lump of ice, and it froze his finger bones so much that he wanted to throw it away.
However, with so many people watching, he still wanted to save face, so he didn't throw it away. He gritted his teeth and held on to it tightly, pretending to be nothing happened, for fear of being looked down upon.
Because he felt cold, Song Baoyu's tone was very impatient: "I picked it up now, and then? What do you want to perform?"
Jiang Zhiying asked him with a smile: "So, Mr. Song, do you think there is anything wrong with this brick?"
Song Baoyu felt his fingers growing colder as he held the brick, and he became increasingly impatient: "It's just an ordinary brick, what could be wrong with it?"
Jiang Zhiying saw his impatience and said with a smile: "Since Song has confirmed that there is no problem with this brick, I will start the performance."
She held out her left hand. "Give it to me."
Song Baoyu immediately put the brick in her hand impatiently, then put his hands in his trouser pockets and rubbed his fingers to keep warm.
Jiang Zhiying caught the brick steadily and held it up to show the students in the audience: "Everyone, look carefully, this is a brick. Now I'm going to show you my talent. Don't blink."
The students subconsciously widened their eyes and stared at Jiang Zhiying and the brick in her hand.
Jiang Zhiying demonstrated it, then quickly put the brick down, grabbed it with her left hand, then raised her right hand and slammed it down on the brick!
There was a loud "bang" and half of the brick fell on the podium.
All the students' eyes widened instantly, looking at the half brick in her hand in shock.
Song Baoyu, who was standing aside, was so frightened that he took a big step back, like a frightened cat, as if all the hair on his body had exploded.
The entire classroom instantly fell into an eerie silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Until Jiang Zhiying asked with a smile: "This is my talent show, do you like it?"
All the students looked at her with stiff expressions, so scared that they didn't know how to react.
Jiang Zhiying saw it and asked with a smile, "Does anyone want to come up and try it?"
All the students instantly became as quiet as chickens, lowered their heads nervously, and only glanced at her secretly, for fear that she would call their names.
Jiang Zhiying looked at Song Baoyu and said, "Mr. Song, do you want to try?"
Song Baoyu, who was named, was so upset that he could not even cry!
But he quickly realized: That's not right. This Jiang Zhiying looks like a white magnolia. How could she possibly split a brick with her bare hands? There must be something wrong with that brick!
So he raised his chin arrogantly: "Okay, I'll do it!"
He just couldn't believe that a little girl could split a brick with her bare hands, but he couldn't!
Jiang Zhiying smiled and handed him the remaining half brick in her hand, and kindly reminded him: "Be careful, don't hurt your hands."
Song Baoyu took the brick and said, "Today I will show you what real kung fu is!"
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