Unlimited Doomsday Escape

Chapter 128 Reciting the Text

"Is it useful if you say it wrong?" The teacher looked at Zhang Xin contemptuously, waving the pointer up and down: "Stretch out your hand!"

Zhang Xin raised her hand with sobs, waiting for the teacher's pointer to come down.

At this time, Lan Xiaye stood up suddenly and deliberately dragged the chair back to make a loud noise.

The teacher's pointer stopped in the air, and a pair of fierce eyes looked over.

Lan Xiaye bent over and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, teacher. It's all my fault that in order to memorize "To the Oaks", I kept asking Zhang to help me recite it over and over again. I really wanted to complete the homework assigned by the teacher."

Zhang Xin's eyes suddenly widened. She looked at Lan Xiaye in horror. How could she ask herself to help her recite "To the Oak"? She said that the teacher would ask her to recite it on the spot.

Sure enough, the teacher's brows relaxed a little and he nodded, "In that case, then you can recite it on the spot."

"To the Oak Tree" is a love poem written by Shu Ting. It happened that Lan Xiaye had recited this poem when she took the art exam.

She recited it loudly: "If I love you, I will never be like a climbing flower, using your high branches to show off; if I love you..."

Lan Xiaye recited it extremely smoothly, without any lag at all. The teacher nodded with satisfaction, his expression was completely relieved, and motioned for her and Zhang Xin to sit down.

The teacher walked up to the podium with her hands behind her hands, "Jiang Jie recited the recitation very well just now. Her learning attitude is worth learning from. Now let's recite the other students."

Wu Zhicai looked at Lan Xiaye with a gloomy expression, his dark pupils completely darkened, and no light could shine through. Suddenly when he heard the teacher wanted to ask another question, he quickly sat up straight with a distorted expression, lowering his head like other students.

The classroom returned to a dead silence, and this strange silence was very depressing.

The teacher patted the table with great dissatisfaction, "Every time I ask you to answer a question, your memorization is like this. Can you imitate the class five next door? They won't do this to you!"

Suddenly he saw a person, his pointer hit the table heavily, and he shouted: "Yu Dongyuan!"

Lan Xiaye saw some students in the front row shrinking their necks in fear, and they seemed to be curling up.

"Here." A young man in school uniform stood up immediately. He sat in front of Lan Xiaye. Lan Xiaye couldn't see his face, but the headset hanging around his neck was very conspicuous.

As expected, the teacher got angry because of this. He walked up to Yu Dongyuan, pointed at him and yelled: "Why do you come to class with headphones? Are you here to study or listen to music?"

Yu Dongyuan was so overwhelmed that his ears turned red, and he explained in a panic: "I didn't..."

"Stop explaining, hand over your phone." The teacher interrupted him impatiently.

Yu Dongyuan said incoherently: "I don't have a mobile phone."

The students sitting around Lan Xiaye showed malicious smiles and propped up their chins to watch Yu Dongyuan's excitement.

There were various small comments below, "Oh my god, how dare he do that?"

“I actually hid my cell phone, I’m really speechless.”

From these discussions, Lan Xiaye learned that mobile phones are not allowed in this school and must be turned in and confiscated.

"Quiet!" The teacher was very troubled by these small and dense discussions. He turned around and shouted to the students behind him.

The teacher's intimidation was very strong. After saying "Quiet", the class returned to a stagnant silence.

"Yu Dongyuan, I give you one last warning, hand over your phone. Don't make it last and make us all look bad."

Yu Dongyuan's fair face turned red, and he simply stepped aside to let the teacher search.

The teacher sneered and took out all the books from Yu Dongyuan's desk and checked them carefully. He was shocked to find that there was really no mobile phone in the drawer. The teacher rummaged through it again in disbelief.

In the end, he gave in and said with a very bad expression: "If you don't bring a mobile phone, why do you need to bring earphones!"

Yu Dongyuan said: "This is a relic left by my mother to me, so I want to carry it with me every day."

This reason is hard to convince everyone. The teacher carefully recalled whether this student also wore headphones to class before?

But these memories are as if they are covered with a layer of fog and cannot be seen clearly.

"Hmph, then you can recite "To the Oaks"."

Yu Dongyuan looked sad. He had just come to this world not long ago, and he had never memorized this poem. He had never heard of this poem in his own native world.

After catching Yu Dongyuan's mistake, the teacher snorted heavily, "I asked you to memorize it, why can't you recite it? Stretch out your hand."

Yu Dongyuan was embarrassed and shy, and the teacher's punishment was to beat him in public.

However, the moment the teacher's pointer came down, Yu Dongyuan's flushed face lost all color and became extremely pale.

After being whipped several times in succession, Yu Dongyuan could hardly stand still, and his painful left hand kept shaking unconsciously.

It's impossible for a tasker to be able to withstand the whipping, which only shows that this punishment is no ordinary thug.

Lan Xiaye saw Zhang Xin trembling with fear and lowering his head while reading. Many students around him were in the same situation.

Next, the teacher randomly checked several students one after another. Except for Lan Xiaye, no one could recite "To the Oak". Every time they opened their mouths to recite, they always stumbled and couldn't speak.

It's a bit strange. Not everyone should be able to recite a poem that the teacher asked to recite. Such a high failure rate made Lan Xiaye realize that this poem may have other special features.

"What a bunch of rubbish!" The teacher walked up to the stage angrily, opened the book, "I'll tell you about this poem again."

Lan Xiaye prepared to listen to the teacher's explanation attentively.

"The poem "To the Oaks" is about—"

"Someone jumped off the building!" A scream suddenly suppressed the teacher's explanation, and the whole teaching building instantly boiled.

The students in the classroom stretched their heads and looked out the window, eager to go outside and watch the excitement.

Their eyes were shining, showing their interest in new things and the pleasure of being interrupted in their studies.

Many students were already standing in the corridor and looked down. Seeing that the students in the class were about to move, the teacher immediately shouted: "Quiet!"

The classroom was still agitated. Even Zhang Xin, who was obedient, came close to Lan Xiaye and talked excitedly with her.

"Who jumped off the building?" Her eyes were shining, and she wanted to go out immediately to see what happened.

"Quiet! Quiet!" The teacher slammed the table with his pointer, and the loud sound instantly suppressed the lively discussion in the class.

When the class became quiet again, the teacher adjusted his glasses and said to Wu Zhicai: "Let them study by themselves. Don't make a fuss or leave the classroom. I'll go outside to see what's going on."

(End of chapter)