Soon, Sun Wenmu couldn't laugh anymore.
Because Zhuang Hong could actually recite it word for word wherever he turned to it.
As Zhuang Hong said, there is not a single punctuation mark wrong.
But is this possible?
impossible!
Cameras are not that fast...
Hua Wanying was also stunned by Zhuang Hong's performance.
She is a person with an excellent memory. During her years of studying, she has met many classmates who claim to have a "photographic memory", but none of them are as exaggerated as Zhuang Hong.
Is this still the Zhuang Hong she knew? Is he still the same Zhuang Hong who barely got an undergraduate degree?
If Zhuang Hong has such ability, he will definitely get a quota...
Sun Wenmu looked at Zhuang Hong suspiciously, then looked at the magazine in his hand, his brain spinning rapidly, trying to detect the mystery.
He believed that Zhuang Hong must have used some kind of means to achieve the current effect, just like various magic performances.
The reason why it feels magical now is that I still don’t understand the mystery.
Sun Wenmu took out a thick document from his bag and handed it to Zhuang Hong: "Try this one."
After Zhuang Hong took it, he used his mental power to record the document in the world of the sea of consciousness. Then he flipped through it in the same pretentious manner. After closing it, he handed it back to Sun Wenmu with a bright smile: "I have memorized everything. Please check it with Teacher Sun."
Sun Wenmu flipped it casually: "Recite page 32."
Then Zhuang Hong 'recited' it word for word.
Sun Wenmu changed a few more pages, and Zhuang Hong recited them all.
Sun Wenmu and Hua Wanying's eyes widened, as if they had seen gods.
"how did you do that?"
Zhuang Hong pointed at his brain and said: "I'm enlightened. Now my brain is a little easier to use than ordinary people. Of course, it's not just about memory. My understanding is not bad, so I came up with the idea of learning again. It's a pity. What’s more, I didn’t have the intention to learn before and didn’t know where to start. So when I want to learn now, getting started has become a barrier that blocks me.”
The two looked at each other.
Hua Wanying asked curiously: "Zhuang Hong, how did you gain enlightenment?"
Zhuang Hong answered truthfully: "Eat more nutritious food, and your brain will gradually become stronger."
Two big words were written on their faces: Don’t believe it!
Zhuang Hong suddenly thought of something and asked Wen Sun Wen Mu in a low voice: "Will I be arrested and studied for my situation?"
Sun Wenmu laughed: "Don't worry, it's all voluntary, not forced."
Zhuang Hong: "Then I'll be relieved. Then, Teacher Sun, could you please give me some advice and help me get started? As long as I get started, I can study on my own, or if you have any conditions, just ask me."
Hua Wanying also spoke for Zhuang Hong: "Teacher Sun, I know Zhuang Hong very well. I believe he is serious about learning. How about giving Zhuang Hong a chance?"
Sun Wenmu did not hesitate and nodded directly: "In this case, you ask me to prepare for two days. Starting in two days, I will devote two hours to tutoring you every night from Monday to Friday for a month.
If you are really as talented as you say, then one month is enough for you to get started smoothly, enough for you to understand many books, and I don’t charge you any fees.
But if you don’t meet my standards, then you have to pay me a thousand yuan in coaching fees every day for a month, which is 20,000 yuan. How about that? "
Zhuang Hong is really a genius, so he can cultivate a genius without charging any fees. He is happy to do it, but if Zhuang Hong is just showing off, then I'm sorry, his time is very valuable, and the losses caused during this period will require Zhuang Hong to Hong is responsible.
Zhuang Hong did not hesitate and agreed directly: "Thank you, Teacher Sun. Regardless of whether I meet your requirements or not, I will give you 50,000 yuan as a thank you gift."
…
After saying goodbye to Sun Wenmu, Zhuang Hong and Hua Wanying walked out of school.
Hua Wanying followed Zhuang Hong, and suddenly felt like she was following another person.
This feeling is like that the friend who used to play together when he was a child suddenly became a super genius after not seeing each other for many years.
She couldn't help but asked curiously: "Zhuang Hong, how did you do it just now?"
Zhuang Hong knew that she was asking about memory, so he smiled and said: "I'm enlightened and my memory has improved. What I said is true."
Hua Wanying no longer knew what to say.
I feel like Zhuang Hong is perfunctory, but that doesn't explain the fact that Zhuang Hong has a 'photographic memory'.
She thought of Zhuang Hong's cure for Chen Yuanfei's terminal illness, and lowered her voice and asked quietly: "Zhuang Hong, tell me quietly, have you gone to the mountains to practice immortality with the legendary old Taoist priest? Don't worry, I promise you will never tell anyone else. .”
Zhuang Hong: "What age are we in? I still think about immortals. There are no immortals in this world. But I am indeed a little special now, but it is different from the immortals you understand."
"What's special?"
Zhuang Hong looked around and saw that no one was paying attention and there were no cameras, so he pointed at a small stone in front of him and said, "Have you seen that green stone?"
"That triangular one, right? You saw it."
Zhuang Hong stretched out his hand and said softly: "Get up!"
The small stone jumped up out of thin air and fell into Zhuang Hong's hand.
Hua Wanying was stunned on the spot.
Seeing her dull look, Zhuang Hong couldn't help but smile and put the stone into her hands and whispered: "As promised, don't tell others."
Hua Wanying nodded numbly: "..."
In her opinion, this is more magical than magic, because magic requires preparation, but she followed Zhuang Hong throughout the whole process, knowing very well that Zhuang Hong had no time to prepare.
And it is not necessary to prepare a small, inconspicuous stone on the roadside.
She couldn't help but ask herself: "Is the place where I stay still the earth? Could Zhuang Hong be a child abandoned by aliens on the earth..."
Zhuang Hong first sent Hua Wanying back to Rainbow House, and then walked home alone.
When I was about to get home, I was stopped by three men who looked like gangsters.
They gathered around and looked at Zhuang Hong in a condescending manner.
Huang Mao in the middle said: "Is he the one who called the police to arrest Mao Si?"
"That's right, I watched him for a whole day, and it's right that he came out of that room."
Huang Mao showed a cruel smile, took out a swing stick from his pocket and pulled away: "You are so brave, you dare to call the police. Today we will let you taste the pain. I want to see it." After both hands were broken, what did you call the police? By the way, I forgot to tell you that even if you called the police, it would be of no use. Do you know why? Because..."
"Bang bang bang!"
"Ah~"
In just the blink of an eye, the three men fell to the ground, rolling around in pain while screaming in agony.
Zhuang Hong subconsciously wanted to call the police, but after thinking about it, he put down his phone, squatted in front of Huang Mao and asked, "Who is your elder brother? I have something to ask them."
Huang Mao said harshly: "Are you the only one who still wants to find my boss?"
"Click!"
Zhuang Hong reached out and pinched off one of his fingers.
Huang Mao held his fingers and screamed miserably, scaring the other two men until their faces turned pale.
When Huang Mao saw Zhuang Hong reaching out to grab his other finger, he immediately backed away with a look of horror on his face. He wanted to speak, but the severe pain made it impossible for him to say anything except screams.
"Click!"
Another finger was pinched off by Zhuang Hong.
Huang Mao's eyes turned white, he almost fainted, and even his screams became a little hoarse.
Zhuang Hong: "Drink, you can't tell it's quite tough."
Then he pinched off three more fingers one after another until Huang Mao fainted.
Zhuang Hong then retracted his hand and looked at the other two men.
One of them, with a thin monkey face, immediately stuttered and said: "Stop... stop, I'll take you there. I have something to say..."
In an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs, a middle-aged man in a suit with his back is sharing his technical training experience with more than 20 thieves.
Just as he was demonstrating the technique of sliding the knife open his trouser pocket, the warehouse door burst open.
A man walked in from the door.
Everyone was stunned, and their whole bodies tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Who are you?"
Zhuang Hong smiled slightly: "It seems that you are quite professional and formal in your work. You have a bright future."
After a while, all the thieves lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment, rolling and wailing.
The middle-aged man with the back of his head wanted to get up and sneak away, but Zhuang Hong took good care of him and lay on the ground twitching.
Zhuang Hong found a mobile phone from the middle-aged man behind his back, and then used his mobile phone to send a message to the thieves group, asking everyone to return immediately.
Two hours later, Zhuang Hong had almost wiped out the group of thieves.
There were fifty-three people in total, all of whom were tied up and taught by Zhuang Hong. They were lying half in the corner, silent, with fear on their faces.
Zhuang Hong then used the middle-aged mobile phone behind his back to dial the police number.
"Hey, 110? I caught fifty-three thieves here. Please send someone over to take them."
110: "???"
After confirming that the police had arrived, Zhuang Hong exited the warehouse, traveled through space, and left quietly.
Of course, the police would probably find out that he did it, but he didn't leave any evidence, so as long as he refused to admit it, it wouldn't be a big problem.
(End of chapter)
