Where is there any immortal in this world

Author: Dalibao

Where is there any immortal in this world

Soon, Sun Wenmu couldn't laugh.

Because Zhuang Hong could actually recite the place he could read it word by word.

As Zhuang Hong said, there is nothing wrong with a punctuation mark.

But is this possible?

impossible!

The camera is not that fast...

Hua Wanying was also shocked by Zhuang Hong's performance.

She herself is a person with excellent memory. During her years of study, she has met many classmates who are known as "not forgetting everything", but none of them are as exaggerated as Zhuang Hong.

Is this the Zhuang Hong she knew? Is it the Zhuang Hong who only barely graduated from a bachelor's degree?

If Zhuang Hong had such ability, he would definitely be able to obtain a recommended place...

Sun Wenmu looked at Zhuang Hong suspiciously, then looked at the magazine in his hand, his brain turned rapidly, trying to detect the mystery.

He believed that Zhuang Hong must have used some means to achieve the current effect, just like various magical performances.

The reason why I feel magic now is that I don’t understand the mystery.

Sun Wenmu took out a thick document from his bag and handed it to Zhuang Hong: "Try this one."

After Zhuang Hong took it, he recorded the documents in the world of consciousness with his mental power, and then read them in a pretend manner. After closing it, he gave Sun Wenmu a bright smile: "I have memorized them all, please ask Teacher Sun to investigate."

Sun Wenmu flipped around casually: "Memorize page 32."

Then Zhuang Hong "recited" without missing a word.

Sun Wenmu changed a few more pages, and Zhuang Hong recited them all.

Sun Wenmu and Hua Wanying's eyes were wide open, looking like they saw a god.

"How did you do it?"

Zhuang Hong pointed to his brain and said, "I'm enlightened. My brain is a little easier to use than ordinary people. Of course, it's not just memory, but my understanding is also OK, so I came up with the idea of ​​re-learning. Unfortunately, I didn't want to learn before and didn't know where to start, so when I want to learn now, getting started has become a barrier to stop me."

The two looked at each other in surprise.

Hua Wanying asked curiously: "Zhuang Hong, how did you get it?"

Zhuang Hong answered truthfully: "Eat more nutritious things and your brain will gradually become stronger."

They all had two big words written on their faces: Don’t believe it!

Zhuang Hong suddenly thought of something, and Wen Sun Wenmu whispered: "Will my situation be arrested for research?"

Sun Wenmu laughed: "Don't worry, it's all voluntary principle, don't force it."

Zhuang Hong: "Then I'm relieved. Then Teacher Sun, please give me some suggestions and take me into the game? As long as I start, I can learn by myself, or I can ask for any conditions."

Hua Wanying also spoke to Zhuang Hong: "Teacher Sun, I know Zhuang Hong very well. I believe he is serious about studying. How about giving Zhuang Hong a chance?"

Sun Wenmu did not hesitate much and nodded directly and said, "In this way, please let me prepare for two days, starting in two days, from Monday to Friday, I will take two hours to tutor you every night, for a month.

If you are really as peerless genius as you said, then one month is enough for you to get started smoothly and enough for you to understand many books, and I will not charge you any fees.

But if you don’t meet my standards, then in one month, you will have to pay me a tutoring fee of 1,000 yuan every day, that is, 20,000 yuan. How about it?”

Zhuang Hong is really a genius, so he can do whatever he wants without charging any fees. He is willing to train a genius, but if Zhuang Hong is just a mere example, then sorry, his time is very valuable, and Zhuang Hong will be responsible for the losses caused during this period.

Zhuang Hong agreed without hesitation: "Thank you, Teacher Sun. No matter whether I meet your requirements or not, I will give you 50,000 yuan as a thank you."

...

After saying goodbye to Sun Wenmu, Zhuang Hong and Hua Wanying walked out of the school.

Hua Wanying followed Zhuang Hong and suddenly felt like she was following another person.

This feeling is like the little friend who played with him when he was a child suddenly became a super genius after many years of missing him.

She couldn't help but ask curiously: "Zhuang Hong, how did you do it just now?"

Zhuang Hong knew that she was asking about memory, so he smiled and said, "I've gotten up, my memory has improved, and what I said is true."

Hua Wanying no longer knows what to say.

I feel that Zhuang Hong is perfunctory, but it cannot explain the fact that Zhuang Hong is "not forgetting after seeing it".

She thought of Zhuang Hong curing Chen Yuanfei's terminal illness, and lowered her voice and asked quietly: "Zhuang Hong, tell me quietly, are you a legendary old Taoist priest going to the mountain to practice immortality? Don't worry, I promise I will never tell anyone."

Zhuang Hong: "What era is it, and I'm still thinking about immortals. Where are there immortals in this world? But I am indeed a little special now, but it's different from the immortals you understand."

“What’s special?”

Zhuang Hong looked around and saw that no one was paying attention and there was no camera. He pointed to a small stone in front and said, "Did you see that green stone?"

"Is that triangle right? I saw it."

Zhuang Hong stretched out his hand and whispered: "Get up!"

The little stone jumped out of thin air and fell into Zhuang Hong's hands.

Hua Wanying was stunned on the spot.

Seeing her dazed look, Zhuang Hong couldn't help but smile and put the stone into her hand, and whispered: "I've agreed, don't tell others."

Hua Wanying nodded: "..."

In her opinion, this is more magical than magic, because it is necessary to prepare for magic, but she followed Zhuang Hong throughout the whole process, knowing very well what Zhuang Hong has no time to prepare.

And it is not necessary to prepare for an inconspicuous small stone on the side of the road.

She couldn't help but ask herself: "Is the place I stay still on Earth? Could Zhuang Hong be the child abandoned by aliens on Earth..."

Zhuang Hong first sent Hua Wanying back to the Rainbow House, and then walked home alone.

When he was about to get home, he was stopped by three gangster-like men.

They surrounded them and looked at Zhuang Hong with a condescending attitude.

The yellow-haired man in the middle said, "Is it Mao Si he called the police to arrest?"

"Yes, I stared at him for a day, and he came out of that room, that's right."

Huang Mao showed a cruel smile and took out a stick from his pocket to pull it away: "You guy is so brave, but you dare to call the police. Today we will let you taste the pain. I want to see what you call the police after your hands are interrupted. By the way, I forgot to tell you that even if you call the police, it is useless. Do you know why? Because..."

"Bang bang bang!"

“Ah~”

In just a blink of an eye, the three men lay down to the ground, holding the pain in pain in pain, and screaming in pain.

Zhuang Hong subconsciously wanted to call the police, but after thinking about it, he put down his phone, then squatted in front of the yellow-haired man and asked, "Who is your elder brother? I have something to look for them."

Huangmao's mouth is stubborn: "You still want to find my boss?"

"Click!"

Zhuang Hong reached out and pinched one of his fingers.

Huangmao hugged her fingers and screamed in a shrill manner, frightening the other two men to the point of being pale.

When Huangmao saw Zhuang Hong reaching out to grab his other finger, he immediately stepped back and looked scared. He wanted to speak, but the severe pain made his throat unable to say anything except screaming.

"Click!"

Another finger was pinched by Zhuang Hong.

The yellow-haired eyes turned pale and almost fainted, and even the screams became a little hoarse.

Zhuang Hong: "Drink, I can't tell that I'm quite tough."

Then he pinched three fingers one after another until the yellow hair fainted.

Zhuang Hong then withdrew his hand and looked at the other two men.

One of the thin monkeys immediately stuttered: "Stop... Stop, I'll take you there, I have something to say..."

In an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs, a middle-aged man in a suit and back is sharing his technical training experience for more than 20 thieves.

Just as he was showing the method of sliding the knife to open the trouser bag, the warehouse door opened loudly.

A man walked in from outside the door.

Everyone was stunned, their whole body tense, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Who are you?"

Zhuang Hong smiled slightly: "Look at how professional and formal you are doing things, and it is very promising."

After a while, all the thieves lay down on the ground in a mess, rolling and wailing.

The middle-aged man on his back wanted to get up and sneak away, but was taken care of by Zhuang Hong, and he lay on the ground and thrust.

Zhuang Hong found a mobile phone from the middle-aged man on his back, and then used his mobile phone to send a message in the thieves group, asking everyone to return immediately.

Two hours later, Zhuang Hong almost killed all the thieves in one go.

There were fifty-three people in total, all of whom were tied up by Zhuang Hong and half-lying in the corner of the wall, silent and full of fear.

Then Zhuang Hong dialed the alarm with his middle-aged cell phone on his back.

"Hey, 110? I have caught fifty-three thieves here. Please send someone to accept it."

110: "???"

After confirming that the police arrived, Zhuang Hong withdrew from the warehouse and traveled through the space and quietly left.

Of course, the police would probably find out that he did it, but he did not leave any evidence. As long as he refused to admit it, it would be no big problem.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!