Night's Nomenclature
Chapter 280: The Li Clan School Under Qing Chen’s Domination

The office in Bieyuan Courtyard was eerily silent.

A few minutes ago, when Qing Chen moved a chair to sit in the corner, Headmaster Li Liheng and the other four Instructors were still thinking: Well, this newly arrived Martial Arts Instructor is quite low-key.

As a martial artist, he was diligently flipping through textbooks, trying to blend into the office atmosphere. Whether they understood or not, the appearance was what mattered.

Everyone was relieved.

However, they didn't expect the reversal to come so quickly. The day hadn't even passed, and this Martial Arts Instructor from the Martial Arts Hall had begun challenging the teaching order of the Li Clan School.

No, it wasn't just challenging the teaching order; it was directly challenging the essence and content of the Li Clan School's teachings!

"The math courses at Li Clan School are so simple; there's no need to rush the progress."

This sentence was too jarring!

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

In the eyes of the Instructors at Li Clan School, a Martial Arts Instructor was nothing more than a physical education teacher.

Wasn't it only natural for a math teacher to take a physical education teacher's class? If they said you were unwell, you had to be unwell!

However, for Qing Chen, he had read all the textbooks of the Li Clan School, and the four science courses had no difficulty at all.

It wasn't that he could learn by reading once, but that he had already learned the content in these textbooks!

Back in his first year of high school at Luo City Foreign Language School, his math teacher, Tian Hailong, had complained to his colleagues: Qing Chen usually slept, and when he looked up, I thought I had made a mistake.

This kind of academic overachiever, honed under rote learning, was far beyond the imagination of the Instructors at the Inner World Li Clan School.

To a certain extent, every Instructor at the Li Clan School was a top-notch gold medal lecturer in the Inner World education sector, and the effectiveness of their lectures was absolutely unquestionable.

If they encountered ordinary middle school students from the Outer World, the Instructors could definitely crush everyone.

But the problem was that Qing Chen was no ordinary student. Even Luo City Foreign Language School needed him to participate in math and physics competitions to enhance the school's reputation...

It was normal for someone like him to look down on the teaching content of the Li Clan School.

At this moment, including the Headmaster, all the Instructors silently stared at Qing Chen, as if looking at an ignorant thug.

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

The math Instructor was amused: "The math subject at Li Clan School is simple? No need to rush the progress? Is this something a martial artist like you should say? You may not even have finished middle school, yet you dare question our textbooks?"

Li Changqing's uncle, Li Liheng, the Headmaster, thought for a moment and remained silent.

But the chemistry Instructor couldn't help but smooth things over: "Young man, you're here to teach martial arts. It's normal if you don't want others to take your class, but there's no need to speak so arrogantly. Talk things over properly. I believe you haven't finished middle school, so you don't quite understand the courses we teach."

In the Inner World, the vast majority of people didn't have the opportunity to go to high school, let alone someone who taught martial arts.

Therefore, the Instructors subconsciously believed that Qing Chen said this because he didn't understand the situation.

This chemistry Instructor seemed to be smoothing things over, but his words were actually barbed.

The physics Instructor seemed to have a bad relationship with the math Instructor. At this time, he started to tease: "Young man, he says math is simple. Then let me have your class tomorrow. Mine is more difficult."

Qing Chen turned to look at him: "Yours is simple too."

Physics Instructor: …

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

Chemistry Instructor: …

Biology Instructor: …

Only then did the Instructors understand that Qing Chen wasn't just targeting math.

He meant that all the science subjects in the Li Clan School were garbage.

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The Instructors looked at the young man sitting quietly in the corner, and silence once again fell over the office.

The math Instructor had a fiery temper. He rolled up his sleeves and said angrily: "I can't take this anymore! You, a martial arts instructor, why are you saying these things?"

Qing Chen considered for a moment and said: "I advise you to calm down. You know I teach martial arts. If I say you're unwell, it's false, but when I say you're unwell, you might actually be unwell."

The math Instructor's fire energy instantly dissipated.

Qing Chen continued: "Look, I haven't even managed to get a desk in the office and can only sit in the corner. How about we make a bet? You four Instructors of math, physics, chemistry, and biology, each pick out a high school-level exam paper that you consider to be the most difficult. If I can't get a perfect score, I'll give you all my classes. From then on, I'll tell the students that I have a terminal illness and won't be teaching anymore."

The Instructors' eyes lit up. If this kid didn't have any classes every day, he would be dismissed by the Headmaster sooner or later. In less than a month, this kid would be gone!

"You don't need a perfect score," the math Instructor said. "145 points will do. We don't want people to say we're being harsh on you."

"Whatever," Qing Chen said again. "Of course, if I answer every question correctly, I'll give each of you a question."

"One question?" the math Instructor asked.

"Yes," Qing Chen said calmly. "If you can't answer it, your desks are mine, and you'll move a chair and sit in my current position."

The Instructors looked at each other. The biology Instructor whispered: "Did this kid come prepared?"

"I don't believe he can get a perfect score on all of them!" the math Instructor said fiercely.

"But there's a trap here. He might have seen the exam papers we used before, memorized the answers, and deliberately came to annoy us," the biology Instructor said. "So we can't use the old exam papers to test him. Don't you all have some killer questions?"

The others realized: "You're so thoughtful. Let's use new exam papers to prevent him from having seen them before."

At this time, Headmaster Li Liheng was the most relaxed. He taught politics and history, and this dispute between the old and new Instructors didn't affect him at all.

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

Everyone stopped talking. The four Instructors each took out an exam paper and put it in front of Qing Chen, pretending to be nonchalant: "We won't limit your time; just answer the questions if you can."

Qing Chen glanced at them: "Does it take you a long time to do these questions?"

This sentence almost made the four Instructors furious! Was this guy showing off?!

However, when Qing Chen started writing the first chemistry paper, the chemistry Instructor's expression changed.

As the saying goes, a master's touch is evident.

The chemistry Instructor had worked at the Li Clan School for 20 years. He could tell whether a student was capable just by looking at their eyes when they wrote.

Not to mention that Qing Chen was writing the paper as if it were flowing water, as if he didn't need to think to get the answers.

Such a paper would take the school's students at least 90 minutes to complete. However, Qing Chen finished it in 15 minutes.

Qing Chen handed the paper to the chemistry Instructor: "Grade it. Don't deduct points randomly; we're all professionals."

What the hell does he mean professional?! The chemistry Instructor said angrily: "I wouldn't be so unprofessional. I'll give you whatever score you deserve!"

Qing Chen didn't care: "Next."

He consecutively finished the physics, biology, and mathematics papers. By this time, less than an hour had passed.

Qing Chen waited for them to grade the papers.

The chemistry Instructor slowly looked up: "Finished. 145 points."

The physics Instructor also said: "I'm done too. 145 points."

Biology Instructor: "145 points…"

The math Instructor stared at his graded paper. One multiple-choice question was left blank. He said with difficulty: "145 points."

If he had gotten a perfect score on every subject, that would have been fine, but now Qing Chen strictly controlled each subject to 145 points, as if responding to their previous words, "145 points is enough; we don't want people to say we're being harsh on you."

How sarcastic…

However, one must have the strength to make such a sarcastic remark.

Not far away, Headmaster Li Liheng was stunned. He looked at Qing Chen and thought, this kid is so good at sarcasm. Where did he learn this annoying skill? It feels so familiar.

After Qing Chen finished the papers, he didn't look up but found a piece of white paper and wrote a math competition problem on it, handing it to the math Instructor.

Then he calmly looked at him.

The paper showed the problem: A member of the Forbidden Artifact Tribunal and an invisible Forbidden Artifact are playing a game on a Euclidean plane. Knowing the initial position of the Forbidden Artifact...

This was a problem from the 2017 International Mathematical Olympiad, called the Magical Invisible Rabbit.

The Chinese team failed completely on this question, scoring zero, and it was called one of the most difficult problems in the history of the International Mathematical Olympiad.

To prevent others from recognizing the problem, Qing Chen specifically changed the names to Forbidden Artifact Tribunal and Forbidden Artifact.

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

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

Finally, the math Instructor looked at Qing Chen: "Can you solve it?"

Qing Chen said calmly: "The core concepts of 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 process on the white paper and handed it to the math Instructor: "Move your chair to the corner."

Actually, when Qing Chen first did this problem, he almost didn't solve it.

But a top student is a top student.

The math Instructor held the calculation paper by its two corners, almost tearing it. He could only honestly move his chair to the corner.

Soon, however, he stared at the calculation paper and began to be in a daze.

For a math Instructor like him, the ingenuity of the problem design and the cleverness of the solution were enough to make him intoxicated.

Next, Qing Chen looked at the physics Instructor and then wrote his modified competition question: A glass tube is vertically inserted into a mercury trough...

This time, the physics Instructor also had cold sweat on his forehead.

They had been involved in basic education for more than ten or twenty years, but when faced with a competition question, it was as if they were being beaten up while hanging from a tree.

The Instructors didn't even realize for a while which solution approach to take!

It wasn't that they weren't knowledgeable or professionally proficient, but rather that competition questions and basic questions were simply two different types of thinking products with different purposes.

For biology and chemistry, Qing Chen chose to use a rapid question-and-answer method, directly asking more than 100 judgment questions without thinking, until the two Instructors couldn't answer.

In the blink of an eye, four Instructors sat side by side in the corner, innocently unsure of what to do.

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

He continued to dive infinitely in the mysterious world of "Conquer with Virtue'.

The midday sun shone on the young man's Face^[-], as if plated with a golden glow, brilliantly magnificent.

The young man's calm appearance was as if nothing had happened.

The four Instructors in the corner sat upright in their chairs, watching his casual demeanor, their hearts already bleeding.

Science Instructors were beaten by a physical education Instructor. If this got out, no one would believe it!

However, they didn't know that Qing Chen had experienced this kind of academic crushing countless times and had already become indifferent.

Even in the Inner World.

He did this today only to solve his position in the school once and for all and then find himself a desk.

Qing Chen thought in the mysterious world of "Conquer with Virtue', "This counts as conquering with virtue, right?"

"My actions should be worthy of this terrifying sniper rifle."

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At this moment, Headmaster Li Liheng, who had been immersed in books, put down his scrolls and looked at Qing Chen with interest.

He thought, where did Li Changqing find such a monster?

As a physical education Instructor, he had beaten all the science Instructors in the Li Clan School.

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 wasn't trying to blend into the office atmosphere.

He was really familiarizing himself with the teaching content of the Li Clan School.

The elderly Li Liheng recalled that the other party had also flipped through the politics and history textbooks and suddenly felt uneasy.

After all, the reason why he could still leisurely watch the show was that Qing Chen hadn't targeted him.

Headmaster Li Liheng was worried.

He was worried that Qing Chen, in retaliation for having his class taken earlier, would seize other classes.

If that happened, it would be interesting: the Li Clan School would have more than twenty martial arts classes a week. "Bieyuan Courtyard' could be directly renamed "Martial Arts Bieyuan'.

Headmaster Li Liheng silently observed for a long time, until he was sure that Qing Chen had no intention of retaliating, before he felt relieved.

The math Instructor, sitting in the corner, winked at the Headmaster while Qing Chen was closing his eyes: Please control him; otherwise, what are we doing sitting here?

Headmaster Li Liheng happily responded: He's a Martial Arts Instructor, and I can't beat him...

In the past, because of the importance of the subject, the math Instructor had often acted arrogantly in the office.

Li Liheng thought that taking this opportunity to suppress the math Instructor's arrogance would be a good idea.

Just then, the bronze bell in their courtyard rang, indicating the end of class.

The geography Instructor who had just gone to class walked back to the office. As he entered, he said: "I don't know what's wrong with the students today. The classroom was in chaos; I couldn't control them…burp!"

As soon as the geography Instructor entered, he saw Qing Chen sitting in the sunlight, and then he saw the four science Instructors sitting side by side in the corner at the back of the office.

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

The scene suddenly became awkward...

Headmaster Li Liheng pointed to Qing Chen and introduced with a smile: "This is the newly arrived Martial Arts Instructor, Qing Chen. He's in charge of reopening the Martial Arts Hall. Qing Chen, this is the geography Instructor, Luan Fengfeng."

The geography Instructor was stunned and quickly greeted Qing Chen: "Hello, hello."

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

The geography Instructor was somewhat surprised and pointed to a nondescript corner: "Over there."

"Okay," Qing Chen closed his eyes again.

Luan Fengfeng was somewhat puzzled. He walked to the corner and asked the math Instructor: "Why are you all sitting here?"

The math Instructor thought for a moment and said: "We wanted to discuss with him whether he could give up some time for his martial arts classes...he didn't agree."

Geography Instructor Luan Fengfeng was puzzled. He didn't agree, so what? What did sitting in the corner have to do with it?

Also, how did Qing Chen get the math Instructor's seat?

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered that Qing Chen had asked him where he sat. Could it be that he wanted to see if his seat was good and then seize his seat, making him go to the corner?

As a result, the other party saw that his seat was not good, so he didn't bother with him!

Luan Fengfeng exclaimed in his heart, "Wow, that's probably the truth!"

"It's a good thing my seat is bad!"

Just then, someone else walked into the office: "Teacher, you just taught us how to calculate time differences. I still don't understand…burp!"

It was Li Ke from the Li Clan's main branch. As soon as he entered the office, he found the four science Instructors sitting side by side in the corner, staring at him intently...

It was terrifying!

Li Ke hesitated and turned to look at Qing Chen, only to find that the young man, who wasn't much older than him, was sitting in the sunlight, closing his eyes as if he were a ruler.

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

Perhaps Li Changqing, who was expecting a good show, never imagined that in just one day, Qing Chen first subdued the servants and Li Clan children.

Then he subdued the Li Clan School's office.

With the demeanor of a top student, he had dominated the entire Li Clan School in a crushing manner.

Qing Chen opened his eyes and politely asked the Headmaster: "Uncle, I don't have a class today, right?"

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

"Okay, I'll go back then and come again tomorrow," Qing Chen said as he got up. "Is there anything I need to pay attention to in the school?"

Li Liheng thought for a moment and stroked his beard: "No, just do as you please."

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

For some reason, when Qing Chen walked toward Li Ke, this student subconsciously gave way.

As if pushed away by some invisible force...

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