Writing the Text From Memory? Hell!
The live broadcast room was filled with laughter.
The students in the classroom were all numb.
Giving out A4 papers directly eliminated the two cheating methods of writing down the content in advance and copying it in the notebook.
And turning all the students around meant that all the notes that the students had painstakingly written on the table were invalid.
Most importantly, there was a book on his head.
They did not dare to lower their heads or whisper to each other. After all, if they moved a little, their books would fall. This would instantly attract the teacher's attention.
Su Bai's words made all their cheat sheets and cheats invalid.
"Hurry up and act!" After distributing the A4 papers, Su Bai spoke again.
As soon as the stern voice fell, the students picked up their books and held them above their heads.
Then, he turned around, picked up the A4 paper, and began to think hard.
The language textbook above their heads was like a huge mountain of five fingers pressing down on them, making them unable to move at all.
All the students could not help but complain in their hearts.
Was this teacher here to torture people?
Now, they did not dare to do anything.
The method that he was proud of and used to win every battle in other classes had no effect on Teacher Su Bai.
The usual little rascal.
Su Bai was completely in control now.
Looking at the blank paper, their minds were also empty.
There was no ink at all.
Just now, he had been busy making notes, and now he didn't remember what the text "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" was about.
For a moment, some people shook their heads and some sighed.
Some of them looked at Su Bai in despair with complicated expressions.
Why was this happening?
She was fine before the summer break. Why was there a devil teacher now?
Su Bai sat upright on the podium.
In the current situation, there was no need for him to go down and supervise the exam. If anyone moved, the book would fall and he would be the first to notice.
Moreover, ever since he had transmigrated, he had always felt that his five senses seemed to have become much sharper.
His ears and eyes became very sharp.
As long as a student made the slightest movement or sound, he would be able to see or hear it.
He could see the students 'movements and even the fluttering of their hair.
He could also hear the rubbing sound of writing on the table clearly.
They could even tell who was writing and who was not.
His hearing was very sharp.
For example, now, he could hear the students in the corner of the last row sighing slightly.
He did not know if this was a benefit of transmigrating.
"Zhao Tiezhu, why are you sighing?"
In the last corner, a student with a long face had just sighed when he heard the teacher on the podium point it out.
He was so frightened that his body stiffened and he did not dare to move.
"Teacher, I'm just thinking about the plot.”
Zhao Tiezhu hurriedly replied, then quickly started writing on the paper.
Even though he didn't know what the text was, he still had to write a little.
He wrote whatever he remembered.
" The mountain has a small mouth. If there's light, you can enter through the mouth. At first, it's extremely narrow, but it's only enough for people to enter. After walking ten times, it's finally clear…"
Five minutes later.
All the students had finished writing from memory.
Trembling, he handed over his own dictation.
There were more than forty students in the class, and half of them were writing intermittently.
It didn't read smoothly at all. It was obvious that he was relying on his memory to write whatever he thought of.
He didn't consider the reasonableness at all.
Some people only wrote a name and a few words before handing it over.
"You guys can revise freely first!"
After Su Bai said that, he picked up the texts that the students had written down and started to mark them.
He had arranged his time well.
The students read for more than twenty minutes.
He took five minutes to write from memory, which added up to about thirty minutes.
Before he started writing from memory and during class, he wasted a few minutes because of Uncle Wang.
There were still six to seven minutes left, which was just enough time to mark the papers.
There was no need to delay the end of class.
Su Bai lowered his head and started to mark homework on the podium.
The students in the classroom also flipped through their textbooks and started reading.
Everything looked so beautiful.
However, happiness was always short-lived.
In less than two minutes.
The sound of reading disappeared and turned into whispers.
Slowly, he saw that the teacher was still marking the homework and did not have any intention of stopping him.
Some of the more daring students started to get distracted.
Some of them piled up their books and hid behind them to secretly eat snacks.
Some even took out novels or comic books to read.
On one side was a teacher who was seriously grading, and on the other side was a student who was secretly absent-minded.
This scene could be said to be completely different.
Su Bai had already noticed all of this.
He was multitasking, marking the homework while listening to the students to see if he could get some useful information from them.
In just two minutes, he heard the sizzling sound of spicy sticks and the cracking sound of potato chips.
There were also voices praising him as a teacher.
There were a few voices that caught Su Bai's attention.
Tingting, here's your spicy stick."
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome. My face is a little itchy. Can you kiss me?”
"Annoying."
Haha.
I caught you.
Su Bai smiled faintly.
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