The Li Clan School Under Their Thumb

The office in Zhixin Courtyard was eerily quiet.

Just a few dozen minutes ago, when Qing Chen moved a chair to sit in the corner, Headmaster Li Liheng and the other four instructors were thinking: Hmm, this new combat instructor is quite low-key.

As a mere soldier, I'm still trying my best to blend into the office atmosphere by flipping through textbooks, regardless of whether others can understand them or not, at least I've managed to look like I'm doing it.

Everyone was very pleased.

However, they did not expect the reversal to come so quickly. Before the day was even over, this martial arts instructor from the Martial Lecture Hall began to challenge the teaching order of the Li Clan Academy.

No, it's not just a simple challenge to the teaching order; it's a direct challenge to the very essence of the Li Clan Academy and its teaching content!

"The math curriculum at the Li Clan Academy is so simple, there shouldn't be any need to rush the pace."

That's such a harsh statement!

The key point is that this sentence was said by a physical education teacher!

In the eyes of the instructors at the Li Clan Academy, a combat instructor is just a physical education teacher, isn't he?

Isn't it perfectly reasonable for the math teacher to take up one of your PE teachers' periods? Just because they say you're not feeling well doesn't mean you have to be feeling unwell!

However, for Qing Chen, he had already read all the textbooks from the Li Clan Academy, and none of the four science courses were difficult.

It's not that he can learn it after reading it once; rather, he has already learned the content of this textbook!

Back when I was in the first year of high school at Luocheng Foreign Language School, my math teacher Tian Hailong, complained to his colleagues, "Qing Chen usually sleeps all the time. When he looks up, I think I've said something wrong."

The academic geniuses cultivated under this exam-oriented education system are far beyond what the instructors of the Li Clan Academy in the Inner World could imagine.

To some extent, every teacher at the Li Clan Academy is an outstanding, top-notch lecturer in the Inner World education, and their teaching effectiveness is absolutely guaranteed...

If they encountered ordinary middle school students from the Outer World, the teacher could absolutely crush them all.

The problem is that Qing Chen is not an ordinary student; even Luocheng Foreign Language School needs him to participate in math and physics competitions to enhance the school's reputation...

It's perfectly normal for someone like that to look down on the curriculum at the Li Clan Academy.

At this moment, all the instructors, including the headmaster, silently looked at Qing Chen, as if they were looking at an ignorant madman.

No one spoke, because they didn't know what to say.

The math instructor laughed in exasperation, "The math curriculum at the Li Clan Academy is simple? No need to rush? Is that something a mere brute like you should be saying? It's questionable whether you even attended middle school, yet you dare question our textbooks?"

Li Changqing's third uncle, Li Liheng, was mentioned by the headmaster, who thought for a moment but remained silent.

But the chemistry instructor couldn't help but smooth things over. "Kid, you're here to teach combat sports, so it's normal that you don't want others taking up your class. But there's no need to spout nonsense. Let's talk things out. I'm sure you haven't been to high school, so you don't really understand the courses we teach."

In the Inner World, most people don't have the chance to go to high school, let alone someone who teaches martial arts.

Therefore, the instructors subconsciously assumed that Qing Chen said this because he did not understand the situation.

The chemistry teacher seemed to be trying to smooth things over, but his words actually had a hidden meaning and were barbed.

The physics teacher and the math teacher didn't seem to get along very well, and at this moment, the physics teacher joked, "Kid, his math is easy, so you can give me your class tomorrow. I teach the harder stuff."

Qing Chen turned and glanced at him. "Yours is simple too."

Physics instructor. "..."

Qing Chen: "Chemistry is simple, and so is biology."

Chemistry instructor. "..."

Biology instructor. "..."

It was only then that the instructors realized that Qing Chen's intentions were not limited to mathematics.

He meant that all the science subjects at the Li Clan Academy were rubbish.

The instructors looked at the calm, quiet boy sitting in the corner, and the office fell silent once again.

The math instructor, known for his fiery temper, rolled up his sleeves and angrily exclaimed, "I can't stand this! How dare you, a martial arts instructor, say such things?"

After considering for a moment, Qing Chen said, "I advise you to control your temper. You know I teach martial arts. If you say I'm not feeling well, that's a lie. If I say you're not feeling well, you probably really are."

The math teacher's anger subsided immediately.

Qing Chen continued, "Look, I haven't even managed to get a table in the office; I can only sit in the corner. How about we make a bet? You four teachers—math, physics, chemistry, and biology—can each pick a high school exam paper that you think is the hardest. If I can't get a perfect score, you can teach all my classes from now on. From then on, I'll tell my students that I have a terminal illness and will no longer teach."

The instructors' eyes lit up. If this kid doesn't have classes every day, it's only a matter of time before he's expelled by the headmaster. In less than a month, this kid will be out of here!

"You don't need a perfect score," the math teacher said. "145 points is enough, so people won't say we're being too harsh on you."

"It doesn't matter," Qing Chen said again. "Of course, if I complete every single test paper, I'll give each of you a question."

"A question?" the math teacher asked.

"Yes," Qing Chen said calmly, "If you can't do it, I'll take your tables, and you can all bring a chair and sit where I am now."

The instructors exchanged glances, and the biology instructor whispered, "Could this kid have come prepared?"

"I don't believe he can get full marks on all of them!" the math teacher snarled.

"But there's a trap here. It's possible he's seen our previous exam papers beforehand, memorized the answers, and is deliberately trying to annoy us," the biology teacher said. "So we can't use past papers on him. Don't you all have your best questions up your sleeves?"

Everyone else realized what was going on. "You were so thoughtful to bring a new test paper to prevent him from having seen the questions before."

At this moment, the headmaster, Li Liheng, was the most relaxed. He taught politics and history, and the dispute between the old and new teachers had not affected him at all.

But for some reason, looking at Qing Chen's expression, he suddenly felt that this young man possessed unparalleled confidence, although he didn't know where Qing Chen's confidence came from.

Without further ado, the four instructors—mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology—each took out a test paper and placed it in front of Qing Chen, pretending to be magnanimous, saying, "We won't limit your time; as long as you can finish it, that's fine."

Qing Chen glanced at them. "Does it take you guys a long time to do this kind of problem?"

This statement nearly drove the four instructors mad! That was just too pretentious!

However, when Qing Chen started writing his first chemistry test, the chemistry teacher's expression changed.

As the saying goes, a true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

The chemistry teacher had worked at the Li Clan Academy for 20 years. He could tell whether a student knew the material or not just by looking at their eyes when they were writing on a test.

Not to mention that Qing Chen now writes the exam paper as smoothly as flowing water, as if he can come up with the answer without thinking.

Such a test paper would take at least 90 minutes for the students in the school to complete, but Qing Chen finished it in 15 minutes.

Qing Chen handed the test paper to the chemistry teacher. "Grade the papers, but don't deduct points randomly. We're all experts here."

"What kind of expert are you?!" the chemistry teacher retorted irritably. "I'm not that tasteless. Whatever score you give me, I'll give you the same score!"

Qing Chen didn't care at all. "Next."

He completed the physics, biology, and math tests in a row, and by then, it hadn't even taken an hour.

Qing Chen waited on the side, waiting for them to grade the test papers.

The chemistry teacher slowly looked up. "Graded, 145 points."

The physics teacher chimed in, "I've finished grading too, 145 points."

Biology teacher. "145 points..."

The math teacher stared blankly at the papers he had finished grading. One multiple-choice question was left blank. He said with difficulty, "145 points."

If he got full marks on all the tests, that would be fine, but now Qing Chen is strictly controlling each subject to 145 points, as if responding to what they just said, "145 points is enough, so that people won't say we're being too harsh on you."

How incredibly sarcastic...

However, anyone lacking in strength wouldn't be able to make such a sarcastic remark.

Not far away, Headmaster Li Liheng was stunned for a moment. He looked at Qing Chen and thought to himself, "This kid is too good at mocking people. Where did he learn this disgusting attitude? Why does it feel so familiar?"

After finishing the test, Qing Chen didn't look up. Instead, he found a piece of white paper, wrote down a math competition problem on it, and handed it to his math teacher.

Then look at the other person calmly.

The question written on the paper was: A member of the Tribunal of Taboos and an invisible Forbidden Item are playing a game on the Euclidean plane. The starting position of the Forbidden Item is known...

This is a question from the 2017 I-Mock Math Competition, called "The Magical Invisible Rabbit".

The Chinese team failed completely on this problem, scoring 0 points each. This problem is known as one of the most difficult problems in the history of the IMO Mathematics Competition.

In order to prevent others from recognizing the question, Qing Chen specially changed it to the names of the Tribunal of Taboos and Forbidden Item.

When the math teacher saw Qing Chen write out the problem, his brows furrowed tightly, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

After more than ten minutes, he still didn't know how to solve the problem.

Finally, the math teacher looked at Qing Chen: "Can you solve this?"

Qing Chen calmly said, "The core concepts for solving this problem are two: the first is the cycle N, and the second is the maximum directional deviation angle."

As he spoke, he wrote down the solution on a piece of white paper and handed it to the math tutor, "Get yourself a chair and go to the corner."

In fact, Qing Chen almost couldn't solve this problem the first time he did it.

But a genius is a genius.

The math teacher gripped the two corners of the scratch paper so tightly he almost tore it, but he had to keep his word and obediently move his chair to the corner.

However, he soon began to stare blankly at the calculation paper.

For a math teacher like him, the ingenuity of the problem designs and the cleverness of the solutions are enough to captivate him.

Next, Qing Chen looked at the physics teacher and wrote down his revised competition question: A glass tube is vertically inserted into a mercury bath...

This time, even the physics teacher broke out in a cold sweat.

They've been doing basic education for over ten or twenty years, but when faced with competition questions, it's like being hung from a tree and brutally beaten.

The instructors were even taken aback for a moment, unsure of which problem-solving approach to take!

It's not that everyone's academic performance is poor or their professional skills are weak; rather, competition questions and basic questions are products of two different ways of thinking, and their purposes are different.

For biology and chemistry, Qing Chen chose to use a quick question and answer approach, asking over a hundred true/false questions without thinking, until the two instructors couldn't answer them.

In the blink of an eye, four instructors sat side by side in the corner, looking completely innocent and unsure of what to do.

Qing Chen chose a table with the best sunlight, sat down, and closed his eyes.

Continuing in the mysterious world of "Conquer by Virtue," the diving continues in an endless loop.

The High Noon sun shone on the boy's face, as if it were coated with a layer of golden light, making it extremely radiant.

The boy remained calm, as if nothing had happened.

Four instructors sat upright in the corner, watching his nonchalant demeanor, their hearts already bleeding.

A science teacher getting completely outplayed by a physical education teacher—nobody would believe it if word got out!

However, what they didn't know was that Qing Chen had already experienced countless times how academic geniuses could crush others, and he had become indifferent to it all.

Even if this is in the Inner World.

He did this today simply to resolve his status within the school once and for all, and then find himself a table.

In the mysterious world of "Conquer by Virtue", Qing Chen thought to himself, "Can I be considered to Conquer by Virtue today?"

His actions are worthy of this terrifying sniper rifle.

Now, even the headmaster Li Liheng, who had been engrossed in his book, put down his scroll and looked at Qing Chen with great interest.

He wondered to himself, where did Li Changqing find such a prodigy?

As a physical education teacher, he actually hung up and beat all the science teachers in his Li Clan Academy.

It was only at this moment that the headmaster recalled the scene of Qing Chen quickly flipping through the books and realized that the other party was not trying to fit into the office atmosphere.

Instead, they were genuinely familiarizing themselves with the curriculum of the Li Clan Academy.

Li Liheng was quite old, suddenly felt uneasy when he recalled that the other party had even looked through political history textbooks.

After all, the only reason he still had the leisure to watch the excitement was that Qing Chen hadn't attacked him yet.

Headmaster Li Liheng was somewhat worried.

He was worried that Qing Chen would take over other classes in retaliation for the fact that his class had just been taken.

If that's the case, things will get interesting: the Li Clan Academy will have about twenty combat classes a week, and the "Zhixin Courtyard" could be renamed "Jiangwu Bieyuan".

Headmaster Li Liheng observed silently for a long time, and only when he confirmed that Qing Chen had no intention of retaliating did he feel relieved.

The math teacher, sitting in the corner, tried to wink at the headmaster while Qing Chen closed his eyes to rest. "You'd better do something about this, otherwise what's the point of us sitting here?"

Headmaster Li Liheng chuckled and glanced back: He's a combat instructor, and I can't beat him anyway...

In the past, math teachers often swaggered around the office because of the importance of the subject.

Li Liheng felt that it would be good to take this opportunity to curb the arrogance of the math teacher.

Just then, the bronze bell in their courtyard rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

The geography teacher, who had gone to teach a class, returned to his office, saying as he entered, "I don't know what's wrong with the students today; the classroom was chaotic, and I couldn't control them at all... burp!"

As soon as the geography teacher entered the room, he saw Qing Chen sitting in the sunlight, and then he saw the four science teachers sitting side by side in the corner behind the office.

For a moment, he couldn't tell what had happened!

The situation suddenly became awkward...

Headmaster Li Liheng pointed to Qing Chen and introduced him with a smile, "This is Qing Chen, the new combat instructor. He is in charge of reopening the Martial Lecture Hall. Qing Chen, this is Luan Fengfeng geography instructor."

The geography teacher paused for a moment, then quickly greeted Qing Chen, "Hello, hello."

Qing Chen opened his eyes and looked at him, asking curiously, "Where is Instructor Luan's seat?"

The geography teacher was somewhat surprised and pointed to an inconspicuous corner, saying, "Over there."

"Okay," Qing Chen closed his eyes again.

Luan Fengfeng was a little confused. He walked to a corner and asked the math teacher, "Why are you all sitting here?"

The math teacher thought for a moment and said, "We wanted to talk to him and see if he could give up his combat training time... but he didn't agree."

Geography teacher Luan Fengfeng was a little puzzled. So what if he didn't agree? What does it have to do with you sitting in the corner?

Moreover, how did Qing Chen end up sitting in the position of math instructor?

But then he suddenly remembered that Qing Chen had asked him where he was sitting. Was he probably just checking if his seat was good or not, and then taking his place so that he would be relegated to a corner?

As a result, the other person saw that he was in a bad position, so he ignored him!

Luan Fengfeng exclaimed inwardly, "Holy crap, this seems to be the truth!"

Luckily, I was sitting in a pretty bad seat!

Just then, someone else walked into the office. "Teacher, I didn't quite understand how you taught us to calculate time differences in class... hiccup!"

The visitor was Li Ke from the First Branch of the Li family. As soon as he entered the office, he found four science teachers sitting side by side in the corner, staring intently at him...

That's terrifying!

Li Ke hesitated for a moment and turned to look at Qing Chen, only to find that the boy, who was not much older than him, was sitting in the sunlight with his eyes closed, as if he were a ruler.

Although Li Ke couldn't understand what was going on in the office, he was deeply shocked.

Li Changqing, who was probably looking forward to a good show, probably never expected that on this very day, Qing Chen would first subdue the servants and the Li family members.

Then they also impressed the Li Clan Academy office.

With his academic genius, he completely dominated the entire Li Clan Academy.

Qing Chen opened his eyes and politely asked the headmaster, "Third Uncle, I don't have any classes today, right?"

Headmaster Li Liheng smiled and said, "No, your class is tomorrow."

"Alright, I'll head back now and come back tomorrow," Qing Chen said, standing up. "Is there anything I should be aware of at the school?"

Li Liheng thought for a moment, then stroked his beard and said, "No, whatever makes you happy."

"Okay," Qing Chen walked out of the office, brushing past Li Ke.

For some reason, when Qing Chen walked towards Li Ke, the student subconsciously made way for him.

It was as if they had been pushed away by some invisible force.

A 5,000-word chapter, one more for the Didi driver, and one more chapter, and this big shot will be done paying off.

Thanks to Zeng for becoming a new ally of this book, and thanks to the boss, who never experiences lag while playing games.

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