What The Hell Is This Guy?

Gu Qinghuan was finally sure that Chen Luo could really speak Latin, and judging from his pronunciation and proficiency, he was at least as good as his native language.

Gu Qinghuan couldn't figure it out. Although she had just transferred here at the beginning of the school year, she had also heard people in her class mention that Chen Luo's academic performance had been at the bottom since she was in her first year of high school.

Moreover, they are immigrants and their family background is not very good. This can be judged from Chen Luo's usual temperament and dress.

Such a family wants Chen Luo to learn foreign languages as well as English. How can it be possible for him to learn Latin?

Latin teachers are more difficult to find than English teachers, because it is already a minor language with very few students, and it is dozens of times more difficult to find than English teachers.

Even if he found it, the price would not be affordable for a family like Chen Luo's.

However, at this time, Gu Qinghuan noticed something strange in the class, and the whole class stared at them in surprise.

Lu Qinghuan didn't like this feeling, so he didn't continue to talk to Chen Luo in Latin. Instead, he looked away expressionlessly and continued to read the "Meditations".

Chen Luo smiled and did not continue to talk to Lu Qinghuan. Instead, he took out the chemistry textbook from the first to the third year of high school from the desk and quickly browsed it.

Although he didn't know much about Gu Qinghuan, he knew that she was not someone who liked attention.

This can be reflected in academic performance.

In her previous life, although Lu Qinghuan only had three months at the same table with him, her results were very weird every time she took the monthly exam.

Even for subjects like Chinese, which have subjective composition scores, her scores in all subjects fluctuate around 120, no more, no less, and she is always above average in the class.

Chen Luo didn't think about it carefully at first, but later he understood that this was clearly the result of Gu Qinghuan's deliberate control of scores.

She knew all those questions, but she just didn't want to get too high a score to attract attention.

Chen Luo also plans to spend some time to improve his grades, not for anything else but the smiles on his parents' faces.

In my previous life, my parents were so worried about their grades that they couldn't hold their heads high in front of relatives and friends.

In the end, they were almost desperate. Regardless of whether they were undergraduate or junior college students, they just wanted to be admitted to a university.

At this time, Chen Luo took out the chemistry textbook for the first year of high school. His eyes seemed to be scanning. It only took a few seconds to quickly scan the first page, and then he went to the second page.

Speed reading and shorthand was the first skill that Chen Luo learned, and he also learned countless skills and knowledge based on this.

After thousands of years of practice, photographic memory is just a piece of cake for Chen Luo.

If he wanted to, he could recite it backwards and forwards, even with just a glance, and he would be able to recite it exactly.

Chen Luo chose science in high school. For him, who won the Nobel Prize in the fields of chemistry, biology and physics, it was actually as easy as a college student doing kindergarten questions.

With the huge knowledge system in his mind as the basis, Chen Luo spent less than ten minutes flipping through all the chemistry textbooks for the three years of high school.

After Chen Luo finished flipping through the books, he did not stop. Instead, he took out all the textbooks for all the remaining subjects and began to "turn over" the books.

Chen Luo's reading speed at this time can no longer be described in terms of reading, but directly translating.

He turned the pages faster and faster. To others, it didn't look like he was reading a book at all, but more like a playful show.

Because of that speed, normal people can't see clearly what's in the book.

The students in the classroom had already withdrawn their attention after Chen Luo and Gu Qinghuan stopped talking.

But at this time, Chen Luo started flipping through the book quickly again, and the sound of flipping the book was very loud, which suddenly attracted their attention again.

They all had speechless expressions on their faces, and they all thought Chen Luo was trying to please others.

"Isn't this little piece of trash really good at pretending?"

"I've learned another trick, the art of pretentiousness!"

"Pfft, are you pretending to be an idiot?"

"Look at this speed, who are you competing with?"

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Countless snickers and whispers suddenly came from the classroom, and the ridicule was self-evident.

Only Gu Qinghuan had a look of surprise in her eyes. She was next to Chen Luo and could clearly sense the state of her deskmate.

Chen Luo's eyes were moving at high speed, his expression was highly concentrated, and there was nothing else in his eyes except the textbook in his hand.

Gu Qinghuan was different from other students. She could recognize it at a glance. Chen Luo was not showing off as other students thought, but was entering a state of flow.

Entering this state will completely block the perception of the outside world and feel that time has stopped.

The reason why Gu Qinghuan knew this was because she had entered this state herself and had observed her performance when entering flow through video recording.

It was precisely because of this that Gu Qinghuan became more and more surprised. This state was not something that could be entered casually. Even though she had practiced countless times, she could not easily enter the flow state.

What the hell is this guy?