Chapter 304 - 53 - s_6

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Chapter 304 of "Corpse Recovery Diver" unveils a new twist: Chapter 304: 53 Chapters_6"Thank you, Grandpa." Li Zhiyuan took the money. He felt no pressure. Even... See what happens!

Chapter 304: 53 Chapters_6"Thank you, Grandpa." Li Zhiyuan took the money. He felt no pressure. Even if other schools also had genius students participating, he was not worried. After all, his whole class used to be filled with geniuses. Searᴄh the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "It’s Grandpa who should thank you." Wu Xinhao breathed a long sigh of relief. He was giving the money willingly. His aim was to be able to say whatever he wanted during the meetings. "Principal Grandpa, I’m going to class now." "Well, I think there’s no need. The fourth period is about to end soon." Li Zhiyuan was surprised for a moment. Had he really slept the entire afternoon? The consequence of sleeping the whole afternoon was that he couldn’t sleep at night when he got home, so he and Alii painted together until late. Alii sat there, being his model as he sketched her. But as he painted, he was never satisfied and ripped up many sheets of paper. This made Alii, sitting there, feel somewhat guilty and anxious. Her gaze towards Li Zhiyuan carried an inquiry—was it something she did wrong? "Alii, it’s your fault. You’re too beautiful and have too much character, and my skills are too poor to truly capture it." The girl frowned slightly and pouted as if she was glaring at the boy. "Ha ha ha..." Li Zhiyuan laughed. Now, Alii could understand both direct and ironic speech. Actually, it’s true. Beautiful things are indeed easier to draw, primarily because of the aura. Part of Alii’s aura was inborn, and part was cultivated by Liu Yumei. In this era, people, regardless of whether it suits them or not, blindly follow Western aesthetics from living habits to clothing style. Only a minority still wear traditional ancient costumes, and they are seen only on stage. Li Zhiyuan sighed helplessly. Now, painting Alii had become really difficult, but even if his artistic skills continue to improve, Alii will grow up and change into another style —probably becoming even harder to capture. Should he switch to another subject to practice on first? He took Alii back downstairs to the eastern room. Liu Yumei, wearing a white nightgown, opened the door and asked, "How is the painting?" "Couldn’t capture it right." "It’s because our Alii is too beautiful." "Yes." When he returned to his room, Li Zhiyuan did not rush to bed but laid out his paper, adjusted his paint, picked up his brush, and began to paint again. This time, he was painting—Little Huang Ying. Halfway through the painting, Li Zhiyuan finally felt tired, so he put down his brush and went to bed. The night breeze blew through the screen door and rustled the paper, lightly curling a corner. It was as if someone was standing in front of the table, carefully admiring the painting. ... The day of the city Mathematical Olympiad arrived. Unlike the usual rushed departures and returns, adopting a modest style, this time Shigang Middle School organized a big bus decorated with banners on both sides and even flowers on the front. In short, it was very flashy and boisterous. Aside from the teachers supervising the tests, Principal Wu led the team personally this time. After boarding, he first motivated everyone, then distributed fruits, bread, and drinks. The exam took place at Pingchao Middle School, which was a very large and impressive school. After settling in the classroom, Li Zhiyuan turned his gaze out the window where a row of ginkgo trees stood, looking beautiful. When the test papers were distributed, Li Zhiyuan was still reluctant to come back to reality. The invigilator walked over and tapped lightly on the desk to remind him. Li Zhiyuan bowed his head, picked up the pen, wrote down his name, swiftly finished the test, and then handed in his paper. After leaving the classroom, he stood under the ginkgo tree for a long time. But when he came out of the exam room, he was still the first to leave, still with surprising speed. Buses from various schools were parked on the playground, and teachers from these schools gathered together, smoking and chatting, appearing polite on the surface but actually thrusting and parrying with their words. The exam room is a battlefield for students, and even more so for teachers who, to some extent, are more emotionally invested in this battle since students are often young and less sensible. When Li Zhiyuan came out, Mr. Yan hurried over with food and water. Wu Xinhao was not here; he stayed in the principal’s office of this school, enduring the other party’s passive aggression while also accumulating his own quirks. Seeing such a young child coming out, the proctor teachers from other schools all showed astonished expressions, feeling an ominous premonition rising in their hearts. Either you think that the teachers of Shigang Middle School completely gave up and brought the principal’s grandson to experience the atmosphere of the exam room. Or, this child has a significant background, certainly extraordinary. Obviously, no one would be foolish enough to believe the former. Everyone is from the education circle, even if they haven’t eaten pork, they’ve seen pigs run; if they haven’t taught a genius, how could they not have heard stories of a genius? At the same time, everyone deeply wondered, how could such a child end up in a rural town school? Soon, everyone began to actively engage Mr. Yan, trying to get close and inquire about the young boy’s background, their tone genuinely polite and respectful, not feigned. Kidding, facing someone’s secret weapon, isn’t bringing up their bigger achievements just delivering your face for a slap when their exam results come out? Mr. Yan was very happy, his heart leaping with joy, and he was glad that Principal Wu was not there, letting him enjoy being the center of attention all by himself. As a person who used to emphasize participation and accompanied others unnoticed, even Principal Wu was prepared; how could old Mr. Yan not have a small essay ready? Math teachers can be eloquent too. "Hey, hey, you’re too kind, truly too kind. This isn’t much, it’s just a city-level competition. It’s not worth the excitement; we still have the provincial and national levels coming, those will be worth a small celebration." Li Zhiyuan lay down on the bus for a while, the exam-ending bell had just rung. There were indeed some who finished their papers early, but they were few, most students, like those from our school, were instructed by both Mr. Yan and Principal Wu not to hand in their papers early! Of course, Xiao Yuan was not included in this, as he was a teaching assistant. On the return trip, Mr. Yan and Principal Wu started asking other students about their exam performance, receiving mostly positive feedback. After all, being the top math student at our school and having gone through targeted type simulations, performing well was expected. Principal Wu was very happy and even led a song on the bus: "When the sun sets over the hills and the red clouds fly, the soldiers return to camp after shooting practice, returning to camp..." Back at school, it was already afternoon, Principal Wu gestured grandly for the students to leave school early today. Li Zhiyuan went back to the classroom and waited until after school to leave with Tan Wenbin. At the school gate, he saw Tan Yunlong sitting on a motorcycle. Tan Wenbin panicked instantly, quickly shielding Xiao Yuan with his own body. Tan Yunlong got off the motorcycle, pointed at his son and then at the distant trash can. Tan Wenbin saluted and immediately walked away. "Uncle Tan, what happened?" "Zheng Haiyang’s mother died in a mental hospital. She committed suicide." "How could that happen?" Li Zhiyuan didn’t believe it; she was already insane, and it was a type of insanity she had accepted on her own. Surviving should have been her next goal. "Yesterday she had a visitor record; this name appeared many times in the story you recounted about her. According to the story description, he should have stayed under the sea." "Who is it?" "Zhu Changyong."

Chapter 304 - 53 - s_6

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