Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 291 - 51_5

Chapter 291: Chapter 51_5

The most typical one is the fetal dream, which may not be dreamed by the pregnant woman herself, but by a relative of the pregnant woman.

Another is when a family member passes away, someone indeed may dream about them on the night they are still unaware of it.

Sunken ships, seabed, gold and silver, your father taking you on a treasure hunt and it ending abruptly...

Careers, risks, farewells... All these elements are present.

In ancient times, when communication and roads were poorly developed, if a child in a distant place suddenly had such a dream and sought interpretation, they would either rush home immediately or start preparing to mourn at a distance.

Many stories recorded by scholars have similar plots; they took it very seriously because it related to their official careers and familial bereavements.

However, such things are never certain, and Li Zhiyuan has always restrained himself from rashly providing divination and fortune-telling services, so naturally, he would not expand upon this topic.

Zheng Haiyang suddenly spoke in a melancholy voice: "Brother Xiao Yuan, are you really okay?"

He is introverted, but introverts often have meticulous thoughts; the previous conversation was actually a kind of foreshadowing.

Li Zhiyuan asked in confusion, "What?"

"I asked my neighbors’ grandparents, and they implied that this dream is not very auspicious and suggested that I dream of something good."

Li Zhiyuan shook his head with conviction and said, "Feudal superstitions, they’re all deceitful."

"Pfft..."

The noodles from Tan Wenbin’s mouth sprayed out, with two streams even shooting out of his nostrils.

He immediately bowed his head and started wiping with paper. If I hadn’t seen with my own eyes how you set up Feng Shui and caused the death of that dwarf father and son, I might have believed you.

"Hehe." Zheng Haiyang’s face regained its smile and he asked, "Brother Xiao Yuan, how did you do on the exam this morning?"

Tan Wenbin chimed in: "Aside from English, he probably did well on everything else."

"Ah, was it the English exam this morning?"

"We were taking the math exam when he had already finished all his exams. Hey, why don’t you ask how I did?"

"So, Brother Bin, how did you do?"

"I’m not sure. In the past, when I took exams, I recognized a lot of the questions, but they didn’t recognize me. Now, I feel quite familiar with them, like old friends stopping by for a visit."

"Is that good or bad then?"

"I’m not sure, I’m afraid they’ll take advantage of my familiarity."

"Ah?"

"Let’s wait for the actual scores. I don’t know if I’ve answered them correctly, but I did attempt them all, including the final big questions in the math and physics exams."

"Brother Bin, this isn’t language arts; just filling the page won’t get you marks."

"Go away, as if I need you to teach me."

After lunch, the three of them returned to school for three more exams in the afternoon, and the usual self-study session is still scheduled.

Li Zhiyuan didn’t return to the classroom, but instead went to a small classroom that is not typically used for teaching.

Inside, there were already more than a dozen people, from both senior year three and two, selected by the math teachers to prepare for the city’s Olympiad competition.

The fervor for Olympiads in mainland China was at its peak. If one could advance through the rounds and achieve a good ranking in such competitions, it would be a tremendous advantage for school admissions.

Li Zhiyuan was originally invited by Mr. Yan to join the study and compete, but after a few days, he was invited by several math teachers to create problems instead.

As the questions in competitions are more challenging and flexible, when Li Zhiyuan first joined the group, he often saw teachers and students poring over problems.

He quickly realized that his own learning conditions were actually quite privileged, but that was only true in big cities. Looking at the whole country, the market for competition training materials was just beginning, and many schools were still eagerly copying mock exams from major schools to use for their students.

On the blackboard were problems that Li Zhiyuan had written down the day before; half of them were already checked off. Li Zhiyuan picked up a piece of chalk and began writing the solutions under the unchecked problems.

Following that, the students and teachers below all showed sudden understanding and kept exclaiming:

"Oh~ so that’s how it’s done."

Li Zhiyuan also felt very relaxed, teaching them was much easier than teaching Binbin. There was no need to make his steps overly detailed, nor to consider a balance of difficulty and motivation for their learning.

Even if there were students who still did not understand after the explanation, they would ask the person sitting next to them. If they still didn’t get it, it was fine; they would be removed and sent back to the classroom to study properly.

After erasing the problems, Li Zhiyuan continued to pose new ones.

The teachers and students began to copy them down. Unless it was right before a competition, nobody could afford to spend the whole day in here, as there were either teaching tasks or studying tasks to attend to.

Outside, Principal Wu deliberately came to visit the small classroom with several vice principals and directors, quietly observing from the doorway.

Seeing the small figure standing on a stool and writing problems on the blackboard, everyone’s faces revealed the joy as if striking oil in their own backyard.

"I think, for this city competition, our school should be able to get several students through."

"I believe, there’s at least one who is certain to advance..."

"Don’t you also think, that this certain one has a high chance of getting the first place in the city?"

Nantong is indeed a major educational city, with prominent high schools in its six counties and one city.

And this school, even within this county, is not considered to be in the first tier. It’s equivalent to starting on hell difficulty.

Wu Xinhao stroked his chin, feeling immensely gratified. It was not in vain that he went out of his way to drive and personally invite someone to enroll.

Before, during meetings, he had to watch others pretend to be modest with their backhanded compliments. Wu Xinhao had prepared many backhanded scripts himself. It seemed, this time, it was his turn to perform.

At that moment, a nearby director, perhaps too exhilarated, said in a daze, "Does this count as college entrance exam migration?"

His colleagues immediately looked at him with disbelief.

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