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Chapter 168 Memory Maniac Lin Xuan ([-]rd update, please subscribe)

"Are there any other students who have questions?"

"Just ask!"

"As long as it is the knowledge in the textbook."

"..."

Lin Xuan looked at the dumbfounded looks of the group of heaven's favored people in the audience, and felt extremely comfortable in his heart.

What he envied most in his previous life was the high-spirited appearance of these bullies on the podium. He never dreamed that one day he would be able to convince the bullies he admired.

"what?"

After thinking about it, a thought suddenly popped up in Lin Xuan's mind: "Since I have the function of memory engraving, if I read the knowledge of this world, can I also recall it in the way of memory engraving?"

At this moment, his heart beat violently.

If his guess works, then he can easily kill any memory master in the world in seconds!

"After the lecture is over, you must try it."

Lin Xuan suppressed the excitement in his heart, withdrew his mind, and looked at the students in the audience.

No one spoke.

A silence.

The more than ten questions they asked just now covered almost all departments of music majors, and even included some extremely unpopular knowledge.However, no matter how difficult the question is, Lin Xuan can answer it fluently, and he can even tell the exact number of pages.

What else do they ask?
abnormal!
So perverted!

These geniuses who were originally very proud, even many of them looked down on Lin Xuan who came from a third-rate college, but at this moment they were all beaten to shame.

The girl who asked the question at first stood up with a complicated tone: "It turns out that geniuses really need to be watered with sweat. Brother Xuan, you made me understand a lot of truths today. I always thought that I was talented and could easily be admitted to the top universities in China. One, so I haven’t paid much attention to my studies, and now it seems that I was wrong. No matter how high the talent is, it needs to be infiltrated with sweat to show its brilliance.”

Lin Xuan smiled and said: "Talent is just a seed bestowed by God. But to let this seed germinate and become a towering tree, and finally become a pillar of talent, it must be watered, fertilized, and cared for hard. I hope that each of you will All of them can become the pillars of China. Here I can give you a poem: There are roads in the mountains of books and hard work as a path, and the sea of ​​learning is boundless and hard work."

After finishing speaking, he stepped off the podium.

poetry?
Lin Xuan also read a poem?

The students who were still immersed in Lin Xuan's super strong memory just now looked at each other in blank dismay.

The silent atmosphere at the scene finally exploded.

"Isn't it too strong?"

"Export as poetry?"

"No wonder those people in the music circle said he was a monster."

"I have long heard that Lin Xuan has profound attainments in literature, and it is indeed so when I saw it today."

"God... Could it be that he also recited all the books on Chinese literature? That's why he has the literary level of today?"

"Probably!"

"I call myself a genius, but I am a fool in front of Lin Xuan!"

"..."

Mr. Lu Bo clapped his hands and laughed, and said as he stepped onto the podium: "Good! Good! Good! It's a good example of 'the mountain of books has roads and hard work, and the sea of ​​learning is boundless and hard work'. As long as each of us has this kind of learning attitude, what will happen? Can't make it?"

……

……

While the music lecture was still going on, the things here began to be spread by many people.

"Have you heard? Zhejiang University has a memory maniac."

"It seems that he memorized all the books of the entire music department by himself."

"No, what I heard is that he memorized all the textbook knowledge of the entire university?"

"That's not right. What I heard was that he memorized all the books in Xinhua Bookstore."

"Exaggerated?"

"What an exaggeration! This person is still in our school. You can find out by yourself."

"..."

As time went by, the news became more and more mysterious.

There was a memory maniac at Zhejiang University, and it spread all over the campus in a short time.But if it's just this rumor, everyone hasn't reacted much yet.Soon another bomb came: the entire conservatory was overwhelmed by this memory maniac!
"Students from the Conservatory of Music are so incompetent?"

"It's not incompetent, it's that the memory maniac is too perverted. He memorized all the music professional books, and he was able to answer all the students' questions by himself. Therefore, the students of the music school were beaten to shame. I heard that the memory maniac at this moment The devil is educating them from above."

"Brothers, we must find a way, don't lose face to the school."

"That's right, he can't be so proud anymore."

"..."

Who doesn't have a bit of arrogance among students who can be admitted to top universities?

Hearing that the students of the Conservatory of Music were suppressed by a memory maniac, they all became unconvinced.

Soon, however, the students became even more impatient.Because someone inquired about the detailed information: this memory maniac is Lin Xuan, the singer Lin Xuan!
boom!
The atmosphere exploded in an instant.

"Fuck, our proud son of heaven, was defeated by an entertainer?"

"Is a top student from China's top university not as good as a singer?"

"I thought this memory maniac was from Qingbei, but I didn't expect that he was from the entertainment industry."

"Isn't it outrageous? Even if he is a person from Qingbei, we have to kill him, let alone a singer!"

"It's normal to not be as good as him in singing, but his professional knowledge is not as good as the other party's? What joke!"

"That's right, if we are not as good as an entertainer, it will probably become a joke of all colleges and universities if we spread the word!"

"..."

At this time, someone said: "Everyone, this Lin Xuan is not just a singer, he is also quite accomplished in literature. He once wrote a song "Recalling Jiangnan" which was praised by many people. I heard that he just sang A line of poetry. Shall we invite him to the Faculty of Arts later and ask him to give us some advice on poetry?"

When it came to "pointing out", this student deliberately emphasized his tone.

The surrounding students instantly understood.

"OK!"

"That's it, wait for him to come over."

"good idea."

"..."

After all, Zhejiang University is not a professional conservatory, so its majors are relatively weak.Ninety-nine out of [-] out of [-] high school students don't understand music.But which of the students who can be admitted to this school has poor literary attainments?
Comparing the two is simply heaven and earth.

Therefore, the students made up their minds that they wanted to recover from the poems.Although some of their students have also found out that Lin Xuan is not an ordinary singer, he is also very accomplished in the piano.

But they are still fearless!
This is the pride of the students.

They don't tolerate their own school and are pushed down by a singer.

……

Two hours later, when the music lecture was over and Lin Xuan just walked out of the classroom, he found himself surrounded by a group of students.

He originally thought these were his fans.

But soon Lin Xuan found that the eyes of these students looking at him were not right, they were full of provocation instead of excitement and admiration.

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows and was about to ask, when he heard many voices coming.

"Hi Lin Xuan, I heard that you are very knowledgeable in poetry, can you give us some advice on poetry?"

"Mr. Lin, our Faculty of Arts sincerely invites you to give lectures."

"Mr. Lin, do you agree?"

"..."

All kinds of voices come and go.

Lin Xuan thought for a while, and then he understood: "It seems that these students are not convinced that I just stunned their classmates from the music school, and they want to find a way back."

But poetry...

Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly, these children really know how to choose.

What not to pick, pick poetry.

(End of this chapter)