radicalducati Chapter 166 You're Dead
Chapter 166 You're Dead
That day, the physics teacher stood on the podium, holding a list in his hand, and read it aloud.
"Xiao Yunqing".
Upon hearing her name called, Xiao Yunqing stood up and responded.
The teacher nodded, ticked the name on the list, and continued reading the next one.
Song Huan turned to look at her, her eyebrows raised and her mouth slightly open.
"Are you participating in the competition?"
The tone of his voice, the look in his eyes—it was indescribable, like watching a fool enter the city.
Xiao Yunqing's face tightened slightly.
Why can't I participate?
Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was barbed.
He looks down on me! He actually looks down on me!
[I'm so angry!]
Song Huan was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile.
Xiao Yunqing didn't laugh. Instead, she reached her hand out from under the table and pinched his waist.
It wasn't heavy, but it was precise; it pinched a tiny bit of meat with two fingers and twisted it.
At the same time, his eyes were smiling, a smile that concealed a dagger.
"Song Huan, what do you mean?" She leaned closer, her voice low and smiling.
"Can't I participate? My physics score isn't much worse than yours, is it?"
Song Huan's lips twitched again.
How much difference?
It's very different!
But those words caught in his throat before he swallowed them back down.
"I'll attend!" he said, his expression turning serious, as if he were announcing something very important.
"You absolutely have to participate. If you don't, who will win this prize?"
His voice rose half an octave, and several classmates next to him turned to look.
Song Huan ignored him, raised her hand as if to slam it on the table, but didn't. It hovered in mid-air, her fist clenched. "I won't be satisfied with anyone else winning the first prize except you."
Xiao Yunqing blushed.
[Just loves to talk nonsense...]
But he withdrew his hand from his waist, sat up straight, opened his textbook, and held his pen in his hand.
A smile involuntarily appeared on her face, but she quickly wiped it away after realizing what she had done.
"Why aren't you participating?" she asked again, not looking at him, but staring at the blackboard.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, spread her hands, and said, "I'll give you first place."
Xiao Yunqing rolled her eyes at him, "You're really shameless."
The physics teacher wrote a few lines on the blackboard and began talking about the competition.
Time, location, and training arrangements.
The chalk scratched across the blackboard, line after line.
Song Huan looked down and flipped through her physics textbook.
I turned to Chapter 3, looked at an example problem, and then turned back to Chapter 2.
The problems in the textbook are not difficult; they are basic, and you can solve them with a set of formulas.
He glanced at it twice, closed the textbook, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the blackboard.
He didn't listen to a single word of the competition-related information on the blackboard.
If it doesn't add points to the college entrance exam, what's the point of doing this?
It's a complete waste of time.
Xiao Yunqing sat beside him, scribbling on a piece of paper, making several notes.
After I finished writing, I turned to look at him.
He leaned back in his chair, squinting, seemingly looking at the blackboard or lost in thought.
She remembered asking him two days ago if he wanted to sign up, and he chuckled and said "no".
She thought he was lying to her, but it turned out he really didn't report it.
His name wasn't on the competition list; she checked twice, but it wasn't there.
She pouted, as if someone had poked her, and then pulled her lips back.
He reached his hand under the table and tapped his waist with his index finger.
Then it immediately shrank back.
Song Huan didn't move, still staring at the blackboard.
She tapped it again.
This time it was a bit harder; my fingernail touched the fabric through the clothes.
Song Huan still didn't move.
Why are you ignoring me?!
She pouted, pinched her finger, twisted it, and immediately pulled it back.
He placed both hands on the table, holding a pen, straightened his back, stared at the blackboard, and looked as serious as if he were listening to a lecture.
Song Huan froze.
He slowly turned his head and looked at her.
Xiao Yunqing's profile was serious, her eyelashes drooping, her lips pursed, as if nothing had happened.
"I know it's you," he said. "Stop pretending."
Xiao Yunqing turned her head, blinked her big, innocent eyes.
"What do you mean, 'me'?" The voice was light and airy, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
Song Huan stared at her for two seconds.
"You're finished, Xiao Yunqing! How many times has this happened? You tease me in class every day."
He raised his hand and said earnestly, "I want to tell the teacher."
Xiao Yunqing's face turned pale.
She reached out and grabbed his raised hand, pulling it down.
It couldn't be moved.
I tugged again, but it still wouldn't budge.
She released her hands, put them together, and bowed to him twice, as if worshipping a Buddha.
His mouth moved slightly, but no sound came out. He moved it again, and the sound was squeezed out of his throat.
"elder brother."
"Please, brother, don't tell the teacher!"
Song Huan sneered inwardly.
To survive, you'd even call out "brother"?
He wanted to put his hand down, but before he could speak, he did.
"Song Huan." The physics teacher's voice came from the podium.
The whole class turned to look at him.
Song Huan stood up.
Xiao Yunqing's face turned from white to red.
She lowered her head, staring at her textbook, her heart pounding nervously.
[It's all over!]
[Ugh, Song Huan, I hate you! I hate you!]
"Teacher," Song Huan said calmly, "I need to use the restroom."
The physics teacher frowned and put down the chalk.
"What did you do during break time?"
Song Huan did not answer.
The teacher waved his hand, "Go quickly and come back quickly."
Song Huan got out of her seat and glanced down at Xiao Yunqing as she looked at her.
Her face turned bright red, and she gritted her teeth.
[Damn it, how dare they play me!]
He smiled and went out the back door.
Xiao Yunqing sat there with a flushed face, staring at the textbook, but she couldn't concentrate on a single word.
The physics teacher turned around and wrote a problem on the blackboard.
Chalk writing, line after line: formulas, numbers, diagrams.
After finishing writing, he patted the chalk dust off his hands and turned around.
"Let's have two students come up and write this."
He glanced around, his gaze settling on Xiao Yunqing. "Xiao Yunqing."
Xiao Yunqing paused for a moment, then stood up, walked to the podium, took a piece of chalk from the chalk box, and stood in front of the blackboard.
I read the question once, and then I read it again.
Electromagnetic induction, a rail, a conductor rod, a magnetic field, and resistance.
She wrote one step, force analysis, and another step, induced electromotive force.
The chalk stopped on the blackboard, leaving a white dot.
What's next? The direction of Ampere's force? Left-hand rule or right-hand rule?
Her hand holding the chalk drooped down a little.
The physics teacher stood to the side, looking at the few lines of formulas and problem-solving steps on the blackboard, and frowned.
He glanced at the whole class. "Which student would like to come up and help her write this?"
The classroom fell silent.
Some people were looking down, some were looking out the window, and some were flipping through their textbooks.
Xiao Yunqing stood on the podium, chalk in her hand, her face burning.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling brightly at her feet.
She stared at the few lines of formulas she had written on the blackboard, all alone, like two saplings planted in barren land, surrounded by nothing.
Someone stopped at the front gate.
Song Huan returned from the restroom and stood at the door.
He glanced at the blackboard, then at Xiao Yunqing.
She stood by the podium, head down, the chalk twirling in her hand before slipping and nearly falling.
He raised his hand.
"Teacher, it's me."
The physics teacher turned to look at him, and said strangely, "Weren't you going to the toilet?"
"I'm done teaching." Song Huan walked in, took a piece of chalk from the chalk box, and stood in front of the blackboard.
Xiao Yunqing moved aside and stood where she had been standing, glancing at her.
It was very short, like confirming something.
She didn't look at him, her eyes were fixed on the blackboard, but her shoulders relaxed a little.
Song Huan turned back, and the chalk fell onto the blackboard.
Force analysis, induced electromotive force, Ampere force, Newton's second law.
Line after line, the characters are small, but very clear.
Formulas within formulas, numbers replacing numbers, each step written below the previous line, aligned like a staircase, descending one step at a time.
When he wrote the last line, the chalk paused, and he glanced at Xiao Yunqing.
She was staring at the blackboard, her lips slightly parted.
[That's amazing.]
Upon hearing this, Song Huan's lips curled into a slight smile, and she whispered to Xiao Yunqing, "Don't you think I'm awesome?"
Xiao Yunqing's face flushed red instantly.
Song Huan chuckled, turned back, finished writing the last step, and put the chalk in the blackboard tray.
The physics teacher stood to the side, looking at the blackboard full of problem-solving processes, and nodded.
"Go down."
Song Huan turned and walked towards her seat, with Xiao Yunqing following behind.
The two walked one after the other, their footsteps barely audible in the quiet classroom.
She glanced at him as she sat down; it was a fleeting glance, like a dragonfly skimming the water, touching him briefly before looking away.
He opened the textbook, held the pen in his hand, wrote two lines, and then stopped.
"Thank you." The voice was very soft, escaping from the corner of his mouth.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair and turned to the page she had just read in her textbook.
"You're welcome. Don't pinch me next time you're in class."
Xiao Yunqing didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly again.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling between the two people.