Chapter 25: Clairvoyance...
Zhang Xiaotu was so anxious she scratched her ears and cheeks. All underachievers are like family, and she knew perfectly well what Shi Qingqing was capable of—could she really memorize it all? She wouldn’t believe it even if her life depended on it!
She deliberately set her textbook upright, facing Shi Qingqing, hoping that maybe she’d catch a glimpse or two—a little hint was better than nothing. But the weasel wasn’t stupid either; he shot her a glare and, with a loud snap, shut her book.
The surrounding students burst into laughter.
Unbothered by everyone’s reactions, Shi Qingqing fished out the small round card from her pocket. In her heart, she prayed silently, putting her faith in the wonders of black technology—surely, the moment to witness a miracle had come!
X-ray vision, x-ray vision, x-ray vision, x-ray vision…
She willed it with all her might. Quietly, she squeezed the card hard inside her pocket—and it seemed to vanish into thin air.
Immediately, she felt a cool sensation sweep through her gaze…
She couldn’t help but shut her eyes for a moment.
When she opened them again, the “weasel” before her had turned into a faint shadow, almost invisible! Yet behind him, the faces of her classmates—teasing, laughing, indifferent—came into sharp, perfect focus!
If she shifted her gaze back, the weasel’s scornful expression sprang vividly to life before her. Looking further away, he instantly faded into a blur again…
It really worked!
The shock in Shi Qingqing’s heart was beyond words—she wanted to shout out loud!
After a long pause, just as the weasel’s impatience was showing on his face, Shi Qingqing spoke calmly. First, she recited the original ancient poem, then she followed up with a flawless explanation of its meaning, words flowing like a steady stream…
She finished one poem, from the original verses to the analysis, then moved on to the next without hesitation…
As Shi Qingqing recited smoothly without a single stumble, the jaws of the entire class nearly dropped to the floor.
The look of contempt and disdain on Teacher Huang’s face faded bit by bit, replaced by amazement, disbelief, and a face flushed with shame and anger.
Yang Yini, the class beauty, was left gaping. At first, she thought that Shi Qingqing must have previewed the lesson in advance—no wonder she dared to challenge the teacher! But with so many pages to memorize, even if she’d studied ahead, it was impossible to remember every word…
As the flawless, word-for-word recitation continued, growing faster and more fluent, her disbelief turned into panic.
After Shi Qingqing finished reciting three full poems and all their interpretations, the classroom fell silent as a grave.
“Teacher, I’m done,” she said.
That single sentence shattered the silence.
Grade Eleven, Class Seventeen of Qingming High exploded in an uproar!
“Dude, pinch me—am I hallucinating? I swear Shi Qingqing didn’t miss a single word!”
“Incredible! How could someone like her rattle it all off so perfectly? It’s impossible!”
“My focus is—didn’t someone just promise to eat poop on livestream?”
“Pfft! Look at Teacher Huang’s face—it’s like he just swallowed a lump of it himself…”
“Shi Qingqing always keeps such a low profile, but look—she just slapped the weasel so hard half his face is swollen…”
Teacher Huang stood rooted to the spot, his face dark and ugly. The raw, stinging humiliation of being so thoroughly exposed made his already shaky standing among the students sink even further.
This was supposed to be a failing student—how did she suddenly become so amazing?
Had she been playing dumb all along, hiding her true abilities?
At that moment, Zhang Xiaotu shouted again, “Teacher, Shi Qingqing finished the recitation—word for word!”
The teacher’s old face flushed scarlet. He coughed, then set his phone down on Shi Qingqing’s desk.