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Chapter 332 - 330: The Sleeping Māori... No, the Sleeping Sherlock?

Chapter 332: Chapter 330: The Sleeping Māori... No, the Sleeping Sherlock?

"Alright, alright, everyone quiet down, don’t disturb the students in the class next door who are self-studying."

Nan Zhubin raised his hand in a gesture of pressing down, showing a helpless expression of "I really can’t deal with you guys."

"Okay, next I’m going to demonstrate to you all a memorization technique I have mastered called the [Memory Palace]..."

As soon as Nan Zhubin said this, the students immediately buzzed with excitement.

"Teacher, what technique?"

"Me-mo-ry Pa-lace technique." Nan Zhubin deliberately slowed down his speech.

The students who hadn’t heard of it before just thought the name sounded so grand, perfectly fitting their aesthetic at this age, leading to a feeling of awe even without understanding it;

Those who had heard of it started enthusiastically whispering to each other, occasionally dropping words like "Sherlock," even briefly visualizing television characters in their minds.

The star-like light in the girls’ eyes grew brighter.

Their anticipation was almost maxed out.

Nan Zhubin tapped his chin twice, pretending to be thinking.

"You, the student over there."

Lin Junkai, sitting in the back row, was surprised and pointed at himself.

Nan Zhubin pretended not to recognize him, a basic quality of a consultant: "Yes, you, could you take out a quiz sheet that everyone has?"

Li Mingchen watched Lin Junkai rummaging through his desk, inexplicably feeling a bit involved, and even started holding his breath, getting a little nervous.

"Here you go, teacher."

Nan Zhubin quickly stepped down to take it, reading aloud the name of the quiz: "Thanks— ’Jiangdu First Middle School Senior Year Math Self-Test Paper (Sixteen).’"

This quiz was cleverly chosen, crafted by the school’s math research group teachers based on market questions and predictions for the college entrance exam, for student use.

In other words, Nan Zhubin would definitely not have seen this quiz elsewhere.

Rustle rustle—

The sound of rummaging filled the classroom as all the students involuntarily pulled out the same quiz sheet.

Then everyone, their eyes gleaming, looked at Nan Zhubin, eagerly anticipating his next move.

They saw Nan Zhubin skimming through the quiz, directly staring at the last question, and after about 2 seconds, he shut the paper with a "slap."

"Alright, I’ve now memorized the last big question on this quiz."

The students were taken aback, involuntarily letting out an "oh" in unison, then pausing altogether.

Their eyes continued to remain fixed on Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin smiled, just about to say something.

"Ah, who is this teacher?" He suddenly noticed the situation at the door, seeing the math teacher holding a stack of quiz papers.

Chonghui quickly exchanged information with Nan Zhubin.

"Oh, I’m sorry for taking up your time, we’ll finish soon, but... can I take a look at the papers you have?"

The math teacher felt a bit nervous facing Chonghui, but speaking to Nan Zhubin, she couldn’t help but relax.

She had difficulty refusing Nan Zhubin’s request.

Nan Zhubin obtained the newly printed ’Jiangdu First Middle School Senior Year Math Self-Test Paper (Seventeen),’ opened it again, directly looked at the last question for about 2 seconds, and "slap" he shut the paper.

"Okay, I’ve memorized the last big question on this quiz too!"

Nan Zhubin turned to Chonghui: "Senior, we’ve taken up quite a bit of this teacher’s time, could you help distribute these papers and then wake me up in about five minutes?"

Chonghui blinked: "... Wake you up?"

Before the senior could understand what this junior meant, Nan Zhubin quickly walked up to the podium.

[Emotion Rebalancing], [Emotion Rebalancing], [Emotion Rebalancing], [Emotion Rebalancing]...

And promptly fell asleep.

Chonghui, Teacher Xiao Zhao, the math teacher, and the students exchanged puzzled glances.

They wanted to say a lot, but at this moment, they were too nervous to make any noise, fearing they would disturb Mr. Nan’s "memory demonstration."

Yet subtle whispers still arose; on one hand, there was the sound of Chonghui helping distribute the quizzes, on the other, students quietly chatting—

"Wasn’t it ’Sherlock’? Why does it feel like ’Conan’?..."

"Sleeping detective?"

Chonghui didn’t know what Nan Zhubin was up to now either.

Amidst this atmosphere of whispering discussion, he reluctantly shook Nan Zhubin awake five minutes later.

"Junior..."

Before he could ask anything, Nan Zhubin showed no signs of post-nap grogginess, snapping his eyes open like a robot rebooting, then immediately grabbed a piece of chalk and turned around.

Thunk thunk thunk thunk—

"Let function f(x) = x³ + 3|x−a| (a∈R)."

"(1) If the maximum and minimum values of f(x) on the interval [-1, 1] are denoted M(a) and m(a), respectively, find..."

For a moment, the only sound in the classroom was the chalk scraping on the blackboard.

The student in the front row blinked, looked blankly at the blackboard, then at the quiz in hand: "It’s different, isn’t Mr. Nan..."

Shh!

Four classmates around them simultaneously made a silencing gesture.

His desk mate even directly handed over another quiz, and then the student suddenly realized he was looking at the newly distributed ’Self-Test Paper (Seventeen),’ whereas Nan Zhubin was still transcribing ’Self-Test Paper (Sixteen).’

He had looked at the wrong paper!

Once the student realized this and began matching the quiz’s content to Nan Zhubin’s transcription, Nan Zhubin had already started transcribing the last big question from ’Self-Test Paper (Seventeen)’.

"As shown, the base of the quadrilateral pyramid P−ABCD is a square ABCD with side length 22, and the lateral edges PA=PB=PC=PD=3."

"(1) Prove: The line PA is perpendicular to the plane ABCD."

"(2) Find the dihedral angle..."

...

The math teacher beside him was already stunned.

No, who is this strange teacher? Doing psychology class is one thing, but now transcribing questions? Treating math questions like language questions?

Just which subject does he belong to?

Wait a minute... how did he even draw the diagram of the geometry problem included!

What on earth is happening in the classroom of Grade 12 (1)?!

Chonghui next to him was also stunned for a while, unable to comprehend what his junior was doing.

But for a doctoral student, inability to understand is not something unacceptable.

Or rather, this is even better.

Chonghui looked at Nan Zhubin with an ever-growing admiration!

—Thunk—Tap!

With the last stroke falling, Nan Zhubin exhaled a long breath.

Then he confidently turned around, tossing the chalk aside.

"Alright, students, today’s psychology class ends here. I hope everyone can grasp the memorization method I taught you today, and even more, I hope this method can be helpful to you."

"Class dismissed! The following time is returned to your math teacher!"

Then he walked straight out of the classroom, his back exuding a hard-to-describe sense of ease.