Chapter 1004： The oppression of a scholar

The car disappeared from view.

Yan Zhixu paced back and walked to the playground. The students from Class 4 enthusiastically swarmed up, chatting and asking.

"Teacher, are you angry that we didn't stay in the classroom to read?"

"We just want to give Xia Lingyi a gift. Teacher, you definitely won't blame us for not telling you in advance, right?"

"Hu Fengzhi, what are you talking about, our teachers are beautiful and good-natured, how could they be angry over such a trivial matter?"

...

They talked with each other, and the lively and harmonious atmosphere attracted curious and envious glances from other classes.

Huo Rin stood in the crowd and did not participate in it. Seeing their crooked appearance, he raised his eyebrows and a smile flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, every time he was exhausted and hated by the tossing of the teacher, he still liked to play with the teacher as always.

Yan Zhixu lightly opened her red lips, "Okay, don't be sloppy. If you have the strength, save it for a while while training."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted the nearest Huang Kai Rui on the shoulder, then raised his foot and left.

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the next day.

Teaching building, fourth floor.

In the classroom, there are textbooks and materials on the desks of the students. They are sitting with their heads and staring at the teacher who is lecturing.

Yan Zhixu stood on the podium, clicked the mouse with his finger, and the PPT courseware he made appeared on the big screen behind him.

She looked solemn, and her crisp voice was clearly heard in the ears of every student.

"This set of pictures is a domestic bomber. With the rapid growth of modern technology, the situation of war has also become diversified, and the bomber has also become one of the indispensable weapons in combat."

"It is a military aircraft that destroys ground or sea targets through bombs, torpedoes or missiles."

"His ammunition weight is divided into light medium and medium aircraft, and according to the range, it is divided into three types: short-range, medium-range and long-range."

...

The students in the classroom looked at the pictures of the mighty bomber that appeared on the big screen, and their eyes flashed with excitement.

Everyone listened intently, took notes in their notebooks with pen in hand, and no one deserted the class.

Yan Zhixu looked around, "Does anyone know what the three types of ammunition are, and the range?"

The problem came suddenly.

A group of people looked down at the book, but did not find the answer they wanted to know in the book.

Just as everyone looked at each other, Huo Rin, who was sitting in the corner, raised his hand and stood up.

His attitude was unhurried and unhurried, "The light type can carry 3 to 5 tons, the medium type can carry 5 to 10 tons, and the heavy type can carry more than 10 tons."

"The short range is about 3,000 kilometers, the medium range is 3,000 to 8,000 kilometers, and the long-range is more than 8,000 kilometers."

His voice was low, and every data could be remembered with exceptional precision, clear and without the slightest error.

"..."

The classroom was silent, and a group of people looked at Huo Rin in astonishment.

What the hell, academic bully, cheating!

Huo Rin not only has good physical fitness, but also ranks among the best in various tests, and even cultural classes are far ahead of everyone else.

Yan Zhixu nodded, "Yes, the answer is correct, you can write down this point, the probability of passing the test is very high."

Hearing her praising voice and the admiring eyes cast by others, Huo Rin sat down calmly.

Others sighed inwardly that the distance between people is really not very large, so they picked up the pen and recorded the knowledge points in the notebook.