Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 369: 280. The Dominated Li’s School (10,000-word update for monthly ticket)

In the office of the Knowledge Renewal Courtyard, the silence was eerily unsettling.

Just a few dozen minutes ago, when Qing Chen had moved a chair into the corner to sit down, Mountain Chief Li Liheng and the other four instructors had thought to themselves, “Huh, this new Fighting Instructor is quite low-key.”

As a Martial Warrior, he was actually trying to blend into the office atmosphere by earnestly flipping through the textbooks, regardless of whether he understood them or not, at least he had the look down.

Everyone was quite relieved.

However, they hadn’t anticipated such a quick turnaround; the day wasn’t even over, and this instructor from the Martial Arts School had begun to challenge the educational order of Li’s School.

No, it wasn’t just a simple challenge to the educational order, but a direct verbal challenge to the very essence of Li’s School, the content of its teachings!

“The math courses at Li’s School are so simple, there’s no need to rush anything.”

Those words were too grating to hear!

And they were uttered by a physical education teacher!

In the eyes of the instructors at Li’s School, wasn’t a Fighting Instructor essentially a P.E. teacher?

Wasn’t it only natural for a math teacher to take over a P.E. teacher’s class? If they say you’re feeling unwell, then you’d better be feeling unwell!

But for Qing Chen, he had already finished reading Li’s School’s textbooks, and none of the four science subjects posed any difficulty for him.

It wasn’t because he could learn it all in one read, rather, he had already studied this material long ago!

Back when he was in his first year at Los Angeles Foreign Language School, his math teacher, Tian Hailong, had even complained to his colleagues: Qing Chen would sleep whenever he had nothing to do, and whenever he looked up, I thought I had made a mistake in my teaching.

This kind of academic deity, shaped by the test-oriented education system, was far beyond what the instructors at the Inner World Li Clan School could imagine.

In a way, every instructor at Li’s School was an exceptional gold-medal teacher in the Inner World’s educational circles, and there was absolutely no question about their lecturing effectiveness.

If they were to encounter ordinary middle school students from the Outer World, the instructors could absolutely trounce every single one of them.

But the problem was, Qing Chen wasn’t an ordinary student, even Los Angeles Foreign Language School needed him to participate in math and physics competitions to bolster the school’s reputation…

Such an individual placed in Li’s School, looking down on the teaching content of Li’s School, was quite normal.

At that moment, including the Mountain Chief, all the instructors silently looked at Qing Chen, as if they were staring at an ignorant rabble-rouser.

Nobody spoke, because they didn’t know what to say.

The math instructor, with a fiery temper, rolled up his sleeves in anger and said, “Li’s School’s math is simple? No need to keep up the pace? Is this what a mere Martial Warrior should say? It’s questionable if you’ve even attended middle school, yet you dare to question our textbooks?”

Li Changqing’s third uncle, Mr. Mountain Chief Li Liheng, thought for a moment but didn’t say anything.

But the chemistry instructor couldn’t help but try to smooth things over: “Kid, you’re here to teach fighting, and it’s normal that you don’t want others taking your class, but there’s no need for wild talk, speak kindly. I believe you certainly haven’t been to middle school, so you don’t really understand the courses we teach.”

In the Inner World, the vast majority of people never had the chance to go to high school, let alone a Fighting Instructor.

Therefore, the instructors subconsciously thought that Qing Chen’s words stemmed from his ignorance of the situation.

This chemistry instructor seemed to be playing peacemaker, but his words were laced with veiled taunts and barbs.

The physics instructor, who seemed not to get along with the math instructor, now took the opportunity to tease, “Kid, if his math is simple, then you can give me your class tomorrow, since my teaching is quite difficult.”

Qing Chen turned his head to look at him: “Yours is simple too.”

Physics Instructor: “…”

Qing Chen: “Chemistry is simple as well, and so is biology.”

Chemistry Instructor: “…”@@novelbin@@

Biology Instructor: “…”

It was at this moment the instructors realized that Qing Chen wasn’t just targeting the math course.

He was saying that all the science subjects at Li’s School, which were present, were rubbish.

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The instructors looked at the youth sitting quietly in the corner, and once again the office fell silent.

The math instructor, who had a short fuse, exclaimed in anger: “I can’t tolerate this, as a Fighting Instructor, how dare you say such things?”

After a moment’s thought, Qing Chen advised, “I’d suggest you temper your anger first. You know I teach fighting, and when you say I’m unwell, that’s false, but if I say you are unwell, then you might actually become unwell.”

The anger in the math instructor instantly dissipated.

Qing Chen continued, “You see, I couldn’t even get a desk in the office and had to sit in this corner. How about we make a bet? You math, physics, chemistry, and biology instructors give me one high school level paper each, the hardest you have. If I can’t get a perfect score, I’ll hand over all my classes to you, and from then on, I’ll tell my students I have a terminal illness and quit teaching.”

The instructors’ eyes lit up; if this kid no longer had classes, it was only a matter of time before the Mountain Chief would persuade him to leave. In less than a month, this kid would be out!

“You don’t need a perfect score,” the math instructor said, “145 points will suffice, to prevent others from saying we’re too harsh on you.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Qing Chen replied, “Of course, if I manage to answer every question correctly, then I’ll also give each of you one question.”

“One question?” asked the math instructor.

“Yes,” Qing Chen said indifferently, “if you can’t answer it, then your desks will be mine, and then all of you can willingly move a chair and sit where I’m sitting now.”