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Chapter 433: Chapter 302: The Wondrous Method_2
Only, Huang Yuzhu showed a troubled expression. He said embarrassedly,
"My scale can only weigh up to a dozen or so pounds."
The kind that could weigh a hundred or two hundred pounds did exist in Huang Yuzhu’s home, but they were too big, and he felt uneasy about moving them over.
Cui Yu was stunned.
The ever-reliable Yu Zhu had actually failed.
"Cui Yu!" Pang Jiao called out to him like she was summoning a soul.
In the midst of panic, Cui Yu’s brain cells spun rapidly, and suddenly, like breaking through the clouds to see the sun, a flash of inspiration struck him, he had an idea!
Cui Yu said calmly, "There was just a small error earlier, I have a way to compare your weights."
He pointed towards the window:
"Look at the protrusions along the window sill, we can set up a desk there, one of you sit at this end of the desk, and the other sit at that end, using the principle of a seesaw, couldn’t that easily determine who’s heavier and who’s lighter?"
After saying this, Cui Yu couldn’t help but feel that he was quite simply a peerless genius through the ages.
In ancient times, there was "Cao Chong weighing the elephant", and now there was him, Cui Yu weighing classmates!
Comparing intelligence with the ancestors in the textbooks, probably only he could do it, right?
I, too, am greatly talented!
Hearing this from the back row, Wang Longlong thought for a moment and said, "Hey, this method could work."
Ma Shicheng: "As long as we can ensure the middle of the desk is pressing down on the window sill, it’s definitely doable."
Cui Yu’s method received approval from most of the students.
Next was to choose the window.
The classmates all looked towards the south side together, first focusing on the window by Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong’s side.
However, they only stared for a few seconds before moving their gazes away, unanimously not mentioning moving their desks.
The gaze continued moving back, and Miao Zhe, who also sat by the window in the back row, understood what everyone meant.
Facing his former deskmate, as well as his previous deskmate Pang Jiao, no one in this class understood Pang Jiao better than Miao Zhe.
Every time they rearranged seats, he could always clearly feel Pang Jiao’s tiger-like robust back.
Miao Zhe didn’t say no, at this moment, he was willing to oblige.
Miao Zhe stood up and moved the books from the desk hole to the stool, freeing up a long desk.
"Let’s go!" Pang Jiao had to settle the score with Song Sheng today.
The classmates rushed to the back row.
Song Sheng moved his hands, bringing the desk to the window sill.
One end of the desk was in the hallway outside the window, and the other end was inside the classroom.
Seeing the weighing plan he had orchestrated come together, Cui Yu couldn’t help but feel proud; with a few words, he had made something big happen, and it felt so exhilarating.
Pang Jiao led her girlfriends out to the hallway, while Song Sheng stayed in the classroom.
Wang Longlong gestured for a while, there was a raised white window frame on the window sill.
They ensured that the contact point between the desk and the window frame was right in the middle.
"Alright, let’s start, I’ll be the commentator for this event." Wang Longlong rolled up his book into a stick.
Cui Yu was surprised, "You can commentate on this?"
Wang Longlong waved his hand: "Please have the contestants take their places, this event is a limited 1V1 male versus female competition."
"Firstly, please welcome contestant Song Sheng to the stage. Referee, referee, what are you spacing out for, hurry up and prepare a stool for the contestant?"
Cui Yu brought over a stool.
Song Sheng strode forward with his majestic legs and stepped onto the stool. 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Wang Longlong: "Pang Jiao, get ready!"
With the help of her friends Zhang Yifei, Li Shengnan, and others, Pang Jiao also stepped onto a stool.
Song Sheng and Pang Jiao, facing each other across the window, seemed to emit laser beams from their eyes.
"Ready!" Wang Longlong shouted.
"Go!"
Song Sheng and Pang Jiao both stepped onto the desk at the same time.
Cui Yu clenched his hands, and so did the rest of the classmates, all extremely eager to see the outcome.
Class president Huang Zhongfei stood forlornly outside the crowd, what is this even about!
Wu Xiaoqi was very close by, he heard the desk emitting pained creaks as if it were crying for help!
The ’desk seesaw’ was finally formed.
At that moment, at the end of the hallway, a familiar figure appeared.
Grade supervisor Mr. Yan had just reached the second floor when he saw this scene.
Mr. Yan’s bellow came through: "What are you doing!"
He sprinted towards them.
Wang Longlong holding the microphone said, "Oh no, trouble, the match is canceled!"
"Quick, get down!"
However, at this moment, Song Sheng and Pang Jiao, each sitting at one end of the seesaw desk, couldn’t easily get down as the desk wobbled up and down unevenly, like a lonely boat in the tumultuous sea.
When Mr. Yan arrived, he saw two plump students, swaying back and forth in front of him, playing on a seesaw.
A picture of tranquil times.
Mr. Yan’s face turned green with anger, and his voice trembled, "What on earth are you doing?"
The two of them couldn’t come up with an excuse on the spot, and Wang Longlong quickly chimed in:
"Teacher, they were studying physics!"
Mr. Yan glared fiercely at Wang Longlong. As a disciplinary head for so many years, what excuse hadn’t he heard?
Mr. Yan roughly reached out and pulled, dragging Pang Jiao down.
Pang Jiao almost didn’t steady herself, staggering a couple of steps, and whimpered, "Teacher, my ankle is sprained!"
Mr. Yan’s spiritual cultivation was countless times greater than Gao Heshuai’s. He barked,
"Even if your leg were broken, you’d still have to go to the office with me!"
"And you, come out with me too!" he pointed at Song Sheng.
"The rest of you, get back to your seats and study!"
Mr. Yan took the two away.
The silence that fell over Class 8 left the students looking at each other, unsure of what to do.
Wang Longlong said, "Brother Cui, you’re the man, just one move and you got rid of the two of them!"
Cui Yu was momentarily stunned, but then realized it was indeed the case.
...
After Song Sheng and Pang Jiao left, the last lesson of the afternoon ended in a strange atmosphere.
Everyone went to the front of the teaching building to practice Tai Chi.
Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong went home for a meal, and Aunt Gu had already prepared the dinner.
The dinner was made from Spirit Rice, and the dish was boiled meat slices in a large pot.
Aunt Gu’s cooking skills were improving by the day, the meat slices were especially appetizing.
Xue Yuantong had two and a half bowls.
After dinner, she savored a few slices of sweet and delicious watermelon, her eyes narrowing in comfort.
Then, Xue Yuantong, dragging her little body, got on Jiang Ning’s mountain bike to head to school.
This was Xue Yuantong’s wonderful life.
...
After school in the afternoon, Ma Shicheng and Wang Longlong, as usual, finished their Tai Chi practice and bought food to come back.
They found the classroom too stuffy and went to the corridor to eat.
While eating, they looked down at the campus, observing the coming and going of students, especially the good-looking girls, which was a beautiful sight to behold.
Wang Longlong ate a Moon Cake, Ma Shicheng had a meat-filled sandwich, and Cui Yu was fiddling with bamboo skewers, poking at his soy-sauce pastry.
Hu Jun tried a sip of his purchased stew and found it smooth, really smooth!
He thought of the aunt who sold the stew.
Wang Longlong’s mouth was dry from eating, and he took a swig of water—not any kind of fancy beverage, as he couldn’t afford it, but because he liked plain water with spicy Moon Cake.
Just as he took a sip of water, he heard Cui Yu exclaim, "What the hell?"
"What’s up?" Wang Longlong followed his gaze and saw a boy and a girl with badminton rackets, standing in front of the teaching building, ready to play.
The boy was unremarkable and could be ignored, but the girl was key.
The girl was nearly 1.7 meters tall, well-developed, and her movements while playing badminton were quite large.
She swung the racket, the shuttlecock flew out, yet the student’s gazes weren’t on the shuttlecock, but rather following something else swaying.
Cui Yu got excited, "Damn, those are huge!"
"Brother Gui, Brother Gui, look!" he nudged Meng Gui.
Meng Gui was meditating with his eyes closed, unmoved; he was a man of spiritual cultivation.
Having no other option, Cui Yu had to turn Meng Gui’s head towards the girl downstairs and open his eyes.
At first, Meng Gui was impatient, but after only one look, he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
Not just Class 8’s Cui Yu and his friends, but also neighboring Classes 9 and 10 noticed, calling friends and in no time, the whole corridor was filled with male students gawking.
Yu Wen came up the stairs and, seeing such a lineup, wondered, "What are you all doing?"
Cui Yu excitedly replied, "Watching the game."
With a crowd gathered, especially young guys in the prime of their youth, it was easy to start hollering.
Someone shouted, "Nice shot, nice shot!"
"Good one, do another!"
In no time, others joined in, chanting in unison.
"Nice shot, nice shot!"
The boy and girl playing badminton downstairs heard it but continued their game.
After a while, students from across the teaching building heard the commotion and leaned out of the windows to join in:
"Nice shot, nice shot!"
The voices were stirring for a moment.
Wang Longlong and Ma Shicheng didn’t join in as they were still eating.
Wang Longlong, hearing the noises around him, said,
"Brother Ma, at this moment, I feel inspired to compose a poem."
Ma Shicheng replied, "Go ahead, recite it."
Wang Longlong began, "On both shores, the continuous calls of monkeys..."
