Shang Lin doesn't care about anything except studying. No, not only does he not care, he doesn't even ask about anything. Oh, and he also has to eat and sleep. Even Old Man Chai can't help but want to give him some advice.
But Old Man Chai already knew how Shang Lin got into No. 2 Middle School, and naturally knew that he couldn't afford to be lazy, so he could only make sure to give him more nutrition to prevent him from collapsing.
Shang Lin was aware of his physical condition, so he had been taking a lot of pills during this time. In short, he absolutely could not afford to make any mistakes before his final exams were over.
However, the final exams are scheduled for after New Year's Day, on January 4th, while each class has arranged a New Year's Eve party on December 30th, which is also a time for everyone to relax.
But in Shang Lin's opinion, it would be better to let the students go home to rest. Who wouldn't be tired if they studied hard? Even those who didn't study hard would get tired after spending so much time at school.
However, it was clear that the vast majority of students had the exact opposite idea to Shang Lin. They were very enthusiastic about such activities, especially those who participated in the setup, which Shang Lin, the old-fashioned one, found very hard to understand.
In the end, all he could do was sigh and say, "The generation gap really does exist!"
At this moment, Shang Lin could understand to some extent how difficult it was for demon cultivators to live in the human world. First, they had to act like human beings, and second, they had to follow the crowd as much as possible.
However, because of this activity, Shang Lin took a two-and-a-half-hour nap, from noon to 2:30 pm, and then went to the classroom full of energy.
The classroom seats were rearranged to fit against the wall, leaving space in the middle for students to perform their talents. Everyone gradually arrived, including the homeroom teacher, who was just as happy as the students.
Shang Lin felt that he had to be like his classmates, otherwise he would seem too out of place. But for an old man like him to act like a sixteen-year-old boy was harder than advancing in rank.
However, when Shang Lin entered the classroom and was about to find a seat for himself, Fan Mingyu pulled him to the seat next to him and asked in a low voice, "Why are you so late? Are you going to be the last one here?"
Shang Lin was very puzzled and replied in a low voice, "Isn't it supposed to start at 2:45? I arrived ten minutes early."
Fan Mingyu didn't say anything, but simply gave Shang Lin a thumbs up under the table.
Shang Lin knew that he was being sarcastic, but he still didn't understand why Fan Mingyu would interpret his arrival as the finale when he was clearly not late.
Sigh, it's still a generation gap problem.
Well, of course, it's also possible that I've been so immersed in studying these past twenty-odd days that my brain isn't up to the task, because right now my brain is full of vocabulary, grammar, and all sorts of formulas!
When the time came, the two hosts, a man and a woman, came on stage. The first one to be introduced was the teacher. Even if he didn't perform, he had to say a few words, right?
Perhaps because of this relaxed environment, the host said, half-jokingly, "At a time like today, teachers shouldn't talk about anything related to studying."
The teacher knew that the students were under a lot of academic pressure, so she readily agreed, saying, "Okay, but after being a teacher for so many years, I really don't know much else to say besides academics. How about this, let the students with special talents perform a show for me?"
After saying that, he turned his gaze to Cheng Qiao, "The students all like watching you play basketball, why don't you show off your skills to everyone?"
Cheng Qiao was clearly taken aback, then laughed and said, "Teacher, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I don't have a basketball."
Suddenly, a classmate said, "Then let's spin the pen."
Cheng Qiao glanced at the student and replied, "If none of you have any objections, then I'll transfer."
"No objections, no objections." They were joking; Cheng Qiao was performing in place of the teacher, what objections could they possibly have?
So Cheng Qiao took out two pens, one in each hand, and started spinning them. As the saying goes, "The layman watches the show, the expert watches the details." Everyone was dazzled by the speed at which he spun the pens, but Shang Lin noticed something different.
It's perfectly fine for a person to do the same action with both hands, but it's quite impressive if they do different actions with both hands, especially at such a high speed.
Moreover, this is just a pen spinning. If it were a short and powerful weapon, its destructive power after flying out would be astonishing. Sure enough, Cheng Qiao's academic performance is average, mainly because he spends most of his time on cultivation.
Applause and praise from the students quickly followed. After a short while, Cheng Qiao stopped and said very modestly, "This is my limit. Please let me off the stage for the sake of the teacher."
The host then spoke up, "Alright, alright, since Cheng Qiao represents the teachers, we won't make things difficult for you. Now, let's watch the skit performance."
Shang Lin was shocked. When did all this preparation take place? Even if it's just borrowing a well-known work, shouldn't there be some rehearsal beforehand? Was he studying all the time, thus neglecting everything else?
It has to be said that having students with special talents in the class at times like this really creates amazing entertainment—singing, dancing, performing skits, playing instruments…
Even Shang Lin, who rarely showed emotional fluctuations, was somewhat affected. Then he thought about what he was actually good at, only to discover that he didn't have a single one of these skills!
Sigh, it's true that different living environments lead to different strengths.
Just as Shang Lin was secretly marveling, Fan Mingyu went up and sang a song, instantly winning cheers and applause. Some classmates even said, "One more song! One more song!"
Fan Mingyu laughed and said, "One more night is not possible. Time is limited, so let's leave it for the other students to perform."
Cheng Qiao suddenly said, "Right, right, let's have Shang Lin, who's next to you, perform a talent for everyone. But let's make it clear first, it can't be related to studying."
Shang Lin was taken aback. He had to perform too? There was no rule saying everyone had to perform. He had just been thinking that he didn't know anything, and now he was being forced into it.
Fan Mingyu had already sat back down and said to Shang Lin, "Why don't you perform a magic trick?"
Shang Lin wanted to go back to the beginning of the semester and change his high-profile self to his low-profile self, but unfortunately, he couldn't. He could only force a smile and say, "Okay."
Then Shang Lin stood up and asked a classmate for a piece of white paper. He folded and tossed the paper in his hands, and when he unfolded it, it revealed a row of little people holding hands.
The students immediately applauded, and one of them even handed Shang Lin another blank sheet of paper, but he smiled and refused, saying, "If I try again, you'll see through me, and then what's the mystery?"
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