Chapter 8 The students' resentment is heavier than the ghosts in hell.
Half an hour later.
Tang Yuan, who was stuffed with a bowl of noodles, sat there in disbelief, staring at the pile of empty plates in front of Pei Jinwu.
The mouth changed from a "▄" shape to an "O" shape.
She's over 1.7 meters tall and looks like she weighs only 90-something pounds.
I eat so much and I don't gain weight.
Tangyuan secretly pinched the flesh on her belly.
Sometimes eating can feel really helpless, and I think about calling the police.
Just then.
Xu Qingye and a few close friends had just finished eating with Zhao Qianqian.
Passing by the cafeteria, seeing Pei Jinwu's "achievements," I exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap, the new classmate is a reincarnated starving ghost!"
"No, this doesn't quite match the legendary image of a 'spoiled brat' who skips school and gets into fights."
Xu Qingye: "Wow, you can really eat!"
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Zhao Qianqian, who was looking at the words, also looked over curiously and saw her new classmate holding a bowl bigger than her face in both hands, gulping down soup.
She even picked up the few remaining scallions at the bottom of the bowl and put them in her mouth.
He is clearly a good young man who doesn't waste a single drop of food.
"Don't you think..."
Zhao Qianqian closed her book, looked at Pei Jinwu who was sitting back in his chair, looking dazed after eating and drinking his fill, and said very seriously, "New classmate, kind of cute?"
Xu Qingye and his brothers: "It really is!"
So fierce yet so cute!
——
After finishing the meal.
Pei Jinwu got a cafeteria card and returned to the classroom.
Math class in the afternoon.
It's all about college entrance exam questions, and the difficulty level is off the charts.
The teacher was speaking passionately and enthusiastically, while the students below were sighing and groaning.
The resentment is heavier than that of the ghosts in hell.
Pei Jinwu joined the class midway through the semester and didn't receive any review materials; all she had on her desk was a blank sheet of paper and a pen.
You can only rely on your ears to hear.
Halfway through the lesson, I realized that the question the teacher was asking was one I had encountered when I was six years old.
It seemed easy; she even had an easier way to solve the problem.
How boring.
Pei Jinwu propped her head up with her left hand and scribbled on a piece of white paper with her right.
"The teacher couldn't solve the last question either. Students, try to solve it, and we'll go over it again tomorrow."
After the math teacher finished explaining the problem, he looked up and saw Pei Jinwu staring blankly with her head down.
Why.
He shook his head and sighed.
Well, another useless one.
The math teacher felt his blood pressure was a little high, so he looked away, wanting to calm down.
What a coincidence!
Next to him was Xu Qingye, who was fast asleep, his head covered by his school uniform.
My blood pressure spiked even higher.
What terrible karma I've created to run into these two powerful figures.
——
Xu Qingye had a good sleep and when he woke up, he subconsciously glanced at his new deskmate.
I noticed that Pei Jinwu was holding a pen, as if she was doing math problems.
The draft paper was covered with a lot of things, including numbers, letters, and all sorts of random symbols.
He knows them separately, but they feel like strangers when they're together.
It looks like scribbles.
I thought his handwriting and formatting were bad enough, but I didn't expect the new classmate's to be even worse.
I heard that she attended primary and junior high schools in the mountains, and dropped out of high school after only a few days.
Now, if you transfer in, you can skip directly to the senior year of high school.
I might be able to solve this kind of problem.
I guess he's just like me, putting on an act and getting by.
Thank goodness.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, his status as "last in a thousand years" is about to be redeemed.
Thinking about this...
Xu Qingye was in a great mood, his smile almost reaching behind his ears.
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
Pei Jinwu slung her backpack over her shoulder and left the classroom.
Zhao Qianqian was collecting homework for the teacher when she passed Pei Jinwu's desk and caught a glimpse of the draft paper in her drawer.
Although the handwriting is messy, the strokes are powerful.
The important thing is...
I realized that all the questions above were ones that the teacher had already covered.
The solution on the scratch paper was simply more concise than what the teacher had explained.
Zhao Qianqian frowned, flattened the draft paper, and found that there was more underneath.
The teacher didn't solve this problem halfway through and saved it for the next class.
Although the solution is very brief, the answer is correct.
Pei Jinwu solved the problem that the teacher couldn't?
But she's only in her first year of high school, isn't her academic performance bad?
Zhao Qianqian pursed her lips and fell into deep thought.
——
Leaving Huagao.
Pei Jinwu looked at her phone as she walked towards the bus stop.
Shadow: [A mysterious person has asked you to design a piece of jewelry for a reasonable price.]
Pei Jinwu frowned slightly: [Lazy]
Learning, moving, adapting to a new environment.
I don't have that kind of free time.
After the message was sent, the other party fell silent for a long time.
A few minutes later.
Shadow: [Regarding your statement, I summarize it into the following six points...]
The money was right in front of them, yet some people complained they were too lazy to take it.
I'm so angry.
I really want to fight you rich people.
Shadow: [By the way, the base investigated the major maritime disaster in the capital fifteen years ago. It's strange, all the data is gone.]
When her family was mentioned, Pei Jinwu's eyes darkened.
If you are rescued, you'll always remember you have a daughter (or sister), right?
If we don't survive...
Her family must love her.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have worked together to throw her onto their "aunt's" fishing boat when the shipwreck occurred.
Thinking about this...
Pei Jinwu pulled her coat tighter, her heart feeling heavy.
Shadow: [However, it's very likely that your family members, like you, were rescued after running ashore.]
Fog: [Thank you, I felt somewhat comforted, but not much.]
Ying: [You're welcome, hehe.]
Just then.
A commotion arose nearby, and someone shouted, "Doctor! Is there a doctor?"
Pei Jinwu looked in the direction of the sound.
An elderly man, over seventy years old with gray hair, was found unconscious on the sidewalk, clutching his chest, with blood flowing from his nose and mouth.
The middle-aged man accompanying her cried out for help anxiously.
Passing vehicles detoured around the area, and people nearby, fearing trouble, dared not approach.
Something came up.
Pei Jinwu simply replied with two words, put her phone in her pocket, and quickly walked forward.
Pushing through the crowd, I squatted down beside the old man, placed my fingers on his pulse, and checked his pupils.
Acute myocardial infarction.
If not treated promptly, it can be life-threatening.
Pei Jinwu immediately opened her schoolbag and took out a sandalwood box.
Just as they were about to administer the acupuncture, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, what's going on here? Acupuncture!"
"Wearing a school uniform, you must be a student. Have you studied medicine?"
"These students are online all day long, they've gone crazy! The old man's face was covered in blood, a few needles can't save him!"
"The ambulance is on its way, don't let her cause any trouble!"
What do you want to do?
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man beside the old man was so frightened that he pushed Pei Jinwu's hand away, saying, "Don't touch my old man."
"For acute myocardial infarction, the golden rescue time is four minutes."
Pei Jinwu held the needle, her face pale and cold, her voice hoarse: "It seems that three and a half minutes have already been wasted."
"..."
"In the last ten seconds, do you want him dead or alive?"
"I--"
The middle-aged man was clearly panicked and trembling all over. He stammered, "Live? Of course I want the old man to live."
If the old man gets into trouble, even several lives in his family wouldn't be enough to compensate for it.
The man's eyes were red-rimmed, his face was deathly pale, and his voice trembled: "Can you guarantee you can save my old man?"
Pei Jinwu disinfected the needle, glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and said expressionlessly, "Shut up, maybe that will work."
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