The outstretched arm of the deskmate woke up Ash.
On the desk, Ash opened his eyes while holding his glasses. His name was written on the sixth-grade elementary school mathematics textbook on the table in front of him.
Ash The textbook in hand is brand new, as if it has never been turned over.
"That's right, I fell asleep..."
Usually no one dares to sleep in the class teacher's class, usually that's the case.
The reflection from the mirror of his glasses prevented the entire class who was watching him from seeing his expression, but Ash could see the chalk head flying straight towards him.
"Crack."
Two fingers clamped the chalk tip that flew less than two inches in front of his forehead. With a twist of his wrist, the chalk tip went where it came from.
"Crack."
Hearing the crisp sound of the chalk falling into the box, the teacher's face on the podium turned even darker.
Chapter 137 Ash's Past
The head teacher's math teacher frowned deeply.
This student named Ash has always been a thorn in the class. It's not that he is the kind of naughty kid who likes to fight and is ignorant. It's just that the experienced class teacher has a hundred ways to treat him.
Ash No, he is, in another sense, an "other" who has indeed broken the rules of "promised maturity" and is as hard to change as a stubborn stone.
It is a "thorn in the side" that only uses normal teaching methods and cannot find flaws or correction methods.
Only through a layer of glasses, Ash still looked at the head teacher who was over fifty years old without fear. There was no "awe" in his eyes for adults and elders.
"Ash, did you listen to what I just said?"
"Of course, I listened, teacher."
Ash was telling lies with his eyes open, and half of the class saw that Ash had been sleeping since the beginning of class.
"Then please complete the questions on the blackboard."
The teacher stepped aside and handed the chalk to Ash's hand.
Ash observed the questions on the blackboard: questions about linear equations in three variables and bounded functions, as well as light quantum energy calculation formulas. These are all within the scope of learning for junior high school students, and are obviously not problems that primary school students can solve.
Only then did he remember that today's learning content should be an advance understanding of junior high school knowledge, and it had not yet reached the stage of formal teaching.
Then the teacher's purpose of asking him to come up to answer the questions was also obvious, to let him, a bold student who openly slept in class, know his mistake and to dampen his spirit.
Ash After reading the question, there was no doubt or hesitation, he just pushed up his glasses.
Mortal wisdom.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Except for the sound of the chalk tip constantly touching the blackboard, the entire classroom of Class 6 and Class 4 was extremely quiet.
There is no difficulty at all, they are all dead questions. Ash doesn't even bother to think about the problems. All he has to do is to put the formulas into them and calculate them according to the class. He doesn't even need to read the book.
Half a minute later, Ash, who had written the complete calculation process, put the chalk head back into the box, nodded to the class teacher, and sat back in his seat.
There is no need to wait for the teacher to determine whether the answer is correct. Firstly, he has confidence in himself. Secondly, he can know that he has got the answer correct just by looking at the teacher's movement of crushing the chalk.
It's really boring. Learning this kind of thing makes people unable to get excited.
Ash was detained and punished to clean the classroom today for contradicting the teacher.
Feeling calm, he put the broom back in place, and Ash walked towards the garbage dump with the garbage bag. Halfway there, a hand grabbed his collar and dragged it aside.
"Is this your boy?"
"Yes cousin, it's him!"
Ash looked at the people coming from all around, including the person grabbing his collar. The three of them should all be junior high school students, maybe in the third year of junior high school, and the remaining one was his classmate.
But what's going on? I've changed my habits and become more restrained than before. Why are there still people who come to trouble me?
"You are the one who stole my brother's things, right?"
"I didn't." Ash indeed didn't steal it.
"You dare to quibble!" As he expected, the other party had no intention of listening to his explanation, but insisted that it was his fault.
The junior high school student's slap made his glasses fly out, and they fell to the side of the steps with a crisp sound.
The left cheek is slightly swollen.
Ash squinted his eyes, and the target he was looking at was indeed not the person who hit him, but the classmate hiding behind. He could read the meaning of "Hey, hey, you really deserve it!" from his expression.
After carefully searching through what happened between him and him in the past, Ash roughly guessed what was going on.
By the way, I accidentally stole his first place in this midterm test. When I got the paper, I told him the solution to the wrong question. If I think about it carefully, his expression at that time did not mean to accept it humbly.
"I see, are you jealous...?"
"What did you say? Say it again!"
Ash didn't want to listen to the nonsense of the junior high school students, but carefully observed the distance between them and calculated the gap between themselves and them.
Leaving aside the one who came to find his cousin, there is a big gap between three junior high school students and one elementary school student, both in terms of physique and quantity. Unless I am a Saiyan, there is no way I can win head-on. The operating principle of this world is not idealistic at all, but depends on the four basic powers, so what I have to do...
"If you do that again—wow!"
Before the other person could finish speaking, Ash spat in his eyes. While he was retreating in shock, Ash picked up the garbage bag again and threw it in the direction of the other person.
"How dare you - what ahem!"
The other party collided with the garbage bag. There was no garbage in the bag but only dust from cleaning. The second junior high school student who collided with him coughed violently. This was the third, slightly fatter junior high school student who finally reacted and rushed towards Ash angrily, raising his hands to catch him.
"It means that it's not possible. I have to use other means."
Being small has its advantages. Ash bent down to evade capture, and slammed his whole body into the opponent's legs and feet, which were currently unstable. Then he pushed him to the other side with all his strength. Just as Ash had planned, several people bumped into each other solidly, and fell to the ground groaning in pain.
Then, with an expressionless face, he stabbed the "vital" parts that could make people die, ensuring that they would not stand up again for a short time before nodding and walking aside.
He's not good at fighting yet, but that doesn't mean he can't fight.
The primary school student who called someone to "teach" Ash was immediately shocked. He never expected that three junior high school students would be solved by one primary school student in the blink of an eye?!
Although he had long heard about Ash's reputation as "unsociable", he still wanted to teach him a lesson because he didn't believe in evil, but he didn't expect -!
Seeing Ash walking towards him, he collapsed on the ground and waved his hands in fear.
"You - you, you, don't come over, I'm sorry -!"
"Don't let it happen next time. Also, help me take out the trash."
Ash didn't even look at him, he just bent down and picked up the glasses from his hand, put them on again and left without looking back.
"It seems to be broken." Ash seemed a little distressed when he noticed the cracks on the edge of his glasses. "It's hard to explain now."
"Do you know what the teacher said about you——!"
As soon as he returned home, he was met with a scolding from his father. Ash knew that his parents should be looking for him.
My parents are very ordinary workers. They may not have much education but they understand the importance of knowledge, so they believe what the teacher says.
Besides, it was true that I went to bed first in class, so Ash had nothing to say.
"Do you know what the teacher said? He said you were disrespectful and lawless!"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
Ash didn't refute or talk back, he just lowered his head and humbly accepted his own scolding.
Ash has been a genius since childhood.
A genius in the literal sense, he seems to learn everything very quickly, and he can start immediately no matter what he does, and he can do whatever he wants by drawing inferences from one example. It seems that there is nothing he cannot do, and there seems to be no problem for him.
If this were the case, Ash's parents might be happy that a child prodigy was born in their family, but Ash is not just a genius, he also has shortcomings that are equally fatal to ordinary people.
Soon even Ash himself discovered that when faced with things that were not difficult for him as a genius, his enthusiasm would be quickly exhausted. Even if he drank water and sat on the chair to urinate, he would not bother to touch it again. When he encountered a problem that needed to be solved, he only needed to improvise.
If he wants him to study seriously and specialize in a skill or ability, I'm afraid he can only let people he agrees with pressure and force him to learn. Unfortunately, there is no one who can convince him until now. Even his parents themselves just obediently listen to them.
With this same awkward character, his talents quickly began to spread in an annoying way. Malice from around him continued to attack him, with jealous voices and accusations that he was being pretentious, and cold violence or outright bullying followed one after another.
Ash guesses that this is the world's revenge on people like him who don't fit in with the world.
However, Ash had no intention of changing the world or himself. Faced with the way the world treated him, he chose the simplest solution for young people today - "lie down". He stood there like a stubborn stone, refusing to let himself be changed by this boring world.
"What happened to your glasses?"
"I accidentally dropped it."
Another slap on the face made Ash not angry. He knew that these glasses were specially selected by his father to buy the best ones in the store. They cost him one and a half months' salary and made him borrow cigarettes for a long time. It was only natural that he would be so angry.
The faint pain came from the right side of his face, not as good as the tingling sensation from the left side that was now swollen.
"You prodigal son, do you know——!"
"I'm very sorry."
Ash did not object to his father's education of "filial sons emerge from under the stick" because he understood that this is how his grandfather treated his father, and his father and mother did not understand other education methods.
He was not angry, angry, or aggrieved, just as usual.
The preaching lasted for two hours, and it was not until my mother came back that she persuaded my father to stop.
"I will reflect on it, so now I will go back to the room."
"Wait a minute."
Mother's voice stopped Ash from opening the door.
"What's with the palm print on your face? It wasn't from your father, it was from the other side."
"Crack-!"
The man's big hand slammed on the table, and Ash seemed even more angry when he saw his father's angry face.
"Who hit me?"
"No one."
"You kid, tell me honestly, who hit you!? Was it your teacher!"
After a period of wrangling, I finally confessed the person who "bullied" me.
Ash sighed and closed the door.
"This is a bit troublesome. Dad, he won't make trouble at school again, right?"
Ash looked distressed, but when he saw the things placed on his desk, this distress was forgotten.
"Forget it, never mind it, let me talk about tomorrow's matters."
He took off his glasses and put them aside. Ash was not actually short-sighted, but wearing glasses would help him avoid some trouble, so he pretended to be short-sighted and put them on.
Putting everything that happened today behind, he turned on the computer that was the main culprit for falling asleep in class, picked up the notebook at hand, and Ash finally showed the expression that a person of his age should have.
That is seeing something fun, a simple and pure smile.
"Approaching~Shu Ka~"
While his peers are playing various VR games, Ash is obsessed with ancient hero tokusatsu dramas from decades ago.
"How will Takeshi Hongo punish the weirdo who fixes the card today?"
He was just like the sixth-grade elementary school student who held a tome and watched TV decades ago, looking forward to the next sample plot of Kamen Rider fighting the card repair monster.
While watching the video, Ash was writing down something in his notebook. When the plot on the screen was reaching its climax, Ash looked embarrassed.
"Well... we can find a way with hundreds of tons of punching and kicking power and Typhoon Belt energy, but instant dressing is really not enough. This era has not yet developed this technology."
How about I do some research myself? Forget it, this isn't some special-photography logic. If you don't have money, you can't do any research. Let's wait until I grow up a few years.
"It's better to read the rest now."
No longer thinking about the troubling things, Ash crossed out the notebook cover that read "Kamen Rider Project", then lay on the bed and continued to happily watch the scene of Kamen Rider Number One fighting Cactus Oddity on the screen.
"Come on, No. 1! Use Rider Kick quickly!"
They were completely different from their previous appearances. The expressions on their faces were one of carefree excitement and excitement.
He would even act like a primary school student, cheering on the people on the screen while watching.