Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor-Chapter 44 - 43 Slapping Faces Loudly!
44: Chapter 43 Slapping Faces Loudly!
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44 -43 Slapping Faces Loudly!
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Zhao Dongfeng didn’t answer, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
Li Chen stared at Zhao Dongfeng’s somewhat balding head and said in an exaggerated manner, “My most beloved Teacher Zhao, you’re so smart you’re nearly through the roof.
You can’t possibly tell me you can’t even solve such a simple problem, can you?”
Zhao Dongfeng’s face turned red, and he struggled for a long time without being able to utter a word.
Li Chen still had a seemingly harmless smile on his face as he calmly said, “Teacher Zhao, you constantly call me a good-for-nothing, trash, a scourge to the group.
So, here I have the audacity to ask you, if you’re worse than me, then what does that make you?”
“I, I, I…”
Zhao Dongfeng’s complexion was turning from green to red, as brilliantly changing as a Sichuan opera face mask.
Cold sweat continued to flow from his forehead, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.
Li Chen gave a cold smile, shook his head, and sighed, “Teacher Zhao, I’m beginning to wonder how you have the nerve to stand at this podium and lecture us students.
If I were you, I’d definitely find a latrine to dive into and just die.
Truly, living is a waste of air, and dying, a waste of land!”
Zhao Dongfeng was completely dumbfounded by Li Chen’s retort, wanting to defend himself, but his teeth were chattering so much that he couldn’t say a word.
“Since you can’t lecture, then why don’t you quickly step aside and let me do it?
You really have no sense of shame.”
While speaking, Li Chen winked at Ye Chuxue in her seat, cleared his throat, and said, “Now I’ll explain the third problem to everyone.
This question is quite difficult for you all, and even if you don’t understand, it’s no big deal—it definitely won’t be on the college entrance exam.
And even if it were, there aren’t many who could solve it.
It’s irrelevant and won’t affect everyone’s grades.”
“OK, enough with the nonsense, let’s begin the lecture!”
“This third question tests knowledge on function transformation and energy conservation, as well as the application of the law of conservation of mechanical energy.
It also involves some fundamental knowledge of relativity and atomic physics.
Now, I will use eighteen different methods to explain this question, so that everyone can more adeptly master this concept!”
What?
Eighteen different methods?
Zhao Dongfeng, who was already dumbstruck, felt as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt.
To think that their physics research team, including himself, a total of fifteen physics teachers, only had a retired physics professor from Beijing University that could solve problems using two methods.
He himself, after going through the standard answers and pondering for half an hour, was still confused and clueless.
But now, a student at the bottom of the class, only capable of scoring 10 points, was telling him that the problem could be solved with eighteen different methods.
How could his heart not be shaken?
How could he not be shattered?
How could he not be bewildered?
Li Chen, with a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze, slowly explained, “Based on the first two questions, we’ve deduced the velocity ratio of the three spheres ABC after their collision.
Now, using Bohr’s theory, a hydrogen atom’s outer electron releases photons of a certain frequency when it transitions from a higher level to a lower one.
Meanwhile, the electron’s kinetic energy increases, and its potential energy decreases.
Then, using fission and fusion reactions, we can straightforwardly deduce the answer.”
“OK, that’s how simple the third question is, it’s just a piece of cake.
Did everyone get that?”
The students below all had bewildered faces, looking at Li Chen as if he were an alien.
“Class is almost over, and we’re short on time.
I won’t go through the remaining seventeen methods one by one now.
I’ll just write them on the blackboard, and if you’re interested, you can look at them after class!”
After finishing, Li Chen pointed at Zhao Dongfeng and said, “Teacher Zhao, would you mind erasing the board for me?”
Although Zhao Dongfeng was somewhat reluctant, he felt guilty and worried about being scolded by Li Chen again, so he picked up the eraser and tremulously began to erase the board.
“Make sure to clean it well, the left side, right side, top and bottom!”
After giving Zhao Dongfeng a series of peremptory instructions, Li Chen felt great satisfaction.
He grabbed the chalk and started writing on the board like an artist wielding a brush with the flowing, expressive style of Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy.
Fluid and elegant, unrestrained and unrepressed, the strokes were graceful and subtle, flowing like clouds and water.
Zhao Dongfeng, who had just finished cleaning the board, was shocked at the sight of Li Chen’s writing on the board.
The formulas and theorems being used were clearly not from high school textbooks but were specialized knowledge that university students majoring in advanced subjects would encounter.
“This is the transition theory and conservation of momentum proposed by Bohr that are taught in the first year of university.”
“This is Einstein’s special theory of relativity taught in the second year.”
“This is Compton’s study of X-ray scattering in graphite taught in the third year!”
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“This is the parity violation in weak interactions proposed by Nobel laureates Yang Zhengning and Li Zhengdao?”
“This, this, this formula [aexp(-frac{(x-b)^2}{2c^2})] is actually the Gaussian Function that is often used by great physicists?”
The Gaussian Function is also called the function closest to God in the West, but it’s super esoteric and hard to understand.
Even Zhao Dongfeng, who has a background in physics, could barely recognize this formula.
To use it proficiently, he’d need at least another ten years of study.
Zhao Dongfeng’s heart grew more astonished as he looked, shaken and increasingly baffled.
Even though he had seen it with his own eyes, he still couldn’t fully believe that these all came from the hand of a high school student.
Soon, Li Chen’s eighteenth problem-solving method was perfectly wrapped up.
He patted the chalk dust off his hands, looked at Zhao Dongfeng’s baffled face, and said, “Teacher Zhao, I’m done.
I’m going back to my seat to catch up on sleep, take your time looking over this. freёweɓnovel.com
If there’s anything you don’t understand, call me and I’ll explain it to you!”
Zhao Dongfeng suppressed the shock in his heart, swallowed hard, and at that moment, his belly opportunistically grumbled.
Seeing this, Li Chen, with a lamenting “you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear” expression, sighed deeply and said, “Alas, Teacher Zhao, it’s only ten o’clock in the morning and you’re hungry again?
To say that you’re a hopeless glutton really hits the nail on the head.”
After speaking, Li Chen no longer paid attention to the confused Zhao Dongfeng.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and hummed a nursery rhyme proudly.
Goose, goose, goose, the neck bent for the knife to slice.
Pluck feathers, add ladles of water, light the fire, cover the pot!
Li Chen’s somewhat emaciated figure, at that moment, exuded an unapproachable sense of grandeur.
Especially some of the love-struck girls, their gazes toward Li Chen shifted from previous contempt and even disdain to fervent adoration.
Ye Chuxue’s lips curled up slightly, and turning her head toward Li Chen, she said shyly, “Li Chen, I want to eat goose stew with noodles tonight, will you cook it for me?”
With a hint of indulgence, Li Chen pinched Ye Chuxue’s delicate nose and smiled warmly, “Sure, anything you want!”
Ye Chuxue’s cheeks flushed, and with a smile as light as a pecking hen, she nodded her head.
At that moment, she felt an indescribable sense of happiness.
To others, Li Chen was spirited and unrestrained, even regarded as high and mighty, but he still cared for her meticulously as before, preparing all sorts of delicious food for her.
Suddenly, Ye Chuxue felt very fortunate!
It was five years ago that Li Chen had stormed into her world.
From junior high to high school, they had been in the same school, the same class.
It wasn’t too much to say they were childhood sweethearts.
Li Chen yawned and waved his hand at Zhao Dongfeng, who was still bewildered at the podium.
“Teacher Zhao, don’t just stand there looking silly, continue with your test paper.
But remember to keep your voice down, don’t disturb my sleep!”
Zhao Dongfeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking at the immaculate writing on the blackboard, and felt unworthy.
Today he had been completely outperformed; what’s the point of continuing the lecture?
He habitually picked up the chalk eraser, intending to slam it on the desk.
But catching a glimpse of Li Chen, who had already plopped down on the desk to snooze, he gently put it down instead.
“This midterm exam paper, let Mr.
Wang explain it to you when he returns.
This class is almost over, spend the remaining time in self-study!”
Having said that, he rushed out of the awkward place like a thief escaping.
