Rebirth: Reading Becomes a God

Chapter 161

Ye Chen shrugged, looking innocent.

Kang Xianglong had never been so wronged before, and immediately complained.

"It's too much, Ye Chen, I want to challenge you!"

"Okay, I promise you!"

Ye Chen quickly agreed.

Snapped!
Another slap on his face brought Kang Xianglong into close contact with the earth again.

Kang Xianglong felt wronged. What he challenged was not fighting, but history.

Why didn't Ye Chen play cards according to the routine?

"Ye Chen, I want to challenge your history."

"Oh, you don't understand it, let me misunderstand! My hands are really dirty."

"You... are too deceitful! Do you dare to accept my challenge!" Kang Xianglong knew that he was definitely not Ye Chen's opponent, and only by making him lose face in the class could he avenge himself.

Are you not the champion?

Just let me, Tanhua, completely defeat you and rub you against the ground.

"You are worthy too? I want to win the world, who will compete with me! You are nothing more than a small ant! However, since you want to die, then compare with you, tell me, what do you want to compare with?"

Kangxiang Longqi's seven orifices produce smoke, so let's compare him, and he has to be slandered.

Then he thought about it, he has never lost anyone in history!

Ye Chen's arrogance now is just paving the way for his future ignorance.

"Okay, since we are studying history, let's compare history!"

Here again?

Compared with the historical Taishan Beidou like Tang Tianshan, Ye Chen easily won.

Still care about a Kang Xianglong?

"Okay, let's ask the question first."

Kang Xianglong was unequivocal and asked a total of eight questions.

The road is as difficult as climbing to the sky, which once made everyone fall into deep thought.

Can't figure out why.

Ye Chen, on the other hand, smiled slightly, and answered the questions fluently, without even thinking about it.

After the eight questions, Kang Xianglong was in a cold sweat.

He didn't expect Ye Chen's historical knowledge to be so profound, even surpassing him.

This made Kang Xianglong gradually feel the pressure, and the most impressive situation now is that the two of them are tied.

Although he was a little worried, Kang Xianglong was fearless. This was his strong confidence in his knowledge. He didn't believe that Ye Chen could stop him.

"go ahead!"

Ye Chen said lightly: "I only ask you one question, otherwise it would be a waste of time. If you can answer it, I will lose!"

"really?"

Kang Xianglong was overjoyed, this was a big deal for him, but he didn't expect Ye Chen to be so stupid as to think that one question could confuse him.

Ye Chen said nonchalantly: "Seriously! But if you lose, you have to slap yourself in front of everyone, how about that? Do you dare to bet?"

Is this trying to make a fool of me?
Kangxiang Longyi is a bold person, so naturally he is not afraid.

"Okay, I promise you!"

"Okay, then I have a question, please listen carefully."

There was a smile on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and he teased: "Huaxia's fist has a long history, can you tell the origin of fist?"

This... what is the problem?

Is such a low-level thing like punching worthy of my own research?

Kang Xianglong suddenly panicked.

His back was slowly soaked in sweat, and he wished he could take his head off and search it!
After thinking for a long time, he finally gave up.

Because he has never studied the history of punching.

"I, can't answer."

Kang Xianglong lowered his head, his confidence in history was completely crushed, and what frightened him even more was the next slap in the face.

The slap doesn't hurt, but it hurts. Maybe from now on, he will face all his classmates in Wuyan.

No one paid attention to the defeated Kang Xianglong, because all this was his own fault, if he hadn't kept mocking Ye Chen, if he didn't know what to do, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

"Ye Chen, don't you know what the answer is?"

Everyone asked curiously.

Ye Chen spread his hands: "There are too many opinions, you should still use Baidu! Otherwise, I can talk until tomorrow morning."

"Kang Xianglong, please start your performance!" Ye Chen stretched out his hand to signal Kang Xianglong to start fanning.

But he hesitated, as if he didn't want to do it at all.

"Ye Chen, can you give me face and not carry out the bet? I can give you money." Kang Xianglong really didn't want to slap himself.

"Do you think I'm short of money?" Ye Chen refused.

Seeing Ye Chen's refusal, Kang Xianglong clenched his teeth, and a flash of hatred and determination flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, just fan it, whoever is afraid of whom!"

Snapped!
A loud bang.

A slap print instantly appeared on Kang Xianglong's face.

In just a few minutes, he had received three slaps.

The face was swollen a lot.

At this time, Ye Chen said quietly: "I don't know if someone is really stupid or fake, but he slaps himself so hard, is there any hatred?"

"Who knows, maybe it's the itchy face!" Dong Yanghua echoed.

Kang Xianglong was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, but he also secretly regretted why he slapped himself so hard just now!
Hmph, it's all Ye Chen's fault.

If he hadn't been mad at me, how could I have lost my sense of proportion.

In class, Zhou Yang's history teacher walked in from the door and found that Kang Xianglong's face was bloated and full of curiosity.

"Student Kang Xianglong, what's wrong with you?"

Kang Xianglong smiled wryly, but he had the nerve to tell the truth, and arranged: "I'm urging myself, because I have a historical problem that I can't do!"

"Oh? What question? The teacher will help you answer it."

Teacher Zhou Yang felt sorry for his students. After all, Kang Xianglong was the top student in the class, and the school had to focus on training him.

Besides, there are not many students who have such high demands on him. He must teach well and teach them with a green pocket.

"Teacher Zhou Yang, I want to know the history of Gu Quan!" Kang Xianglong asked pitifully with tears in his eyes.

Teacher Zhou Yang pondered for a while, and said: "Student Kang Xianglong, if you know your own shortcomings, you should encourage them well. You can continue. The teacher will not disturb you for the time being."

……

Kang Xianglong returned to his seat with a sense of relief. The red palm prints were like brand marks, which could not be erased. As soon as he sat there, Kang Xianglong felt countless fiery and sarcastic eyes coming from around him.

As the saying goes, if you don't die, you won't die, and Kang Xianglong can't blame others for losing all his face.

At this time, Teacher Zhou Yang said with a smile: "By the way, Jiang University is about to send students to participate in a national history competition. Our class will send Ye Chen, Dong Yanghua and Kang Xianglong to participate together. Do you have any opinions?"

Dong Yanghua and Kang Xianglong agreed one after another.

After all, this is a very important game in the history world.

If you get the ranking, your future will be limitless, and it is impossible for you to be a researcher at the national level in the future.

But Ye Chen frowned.

Because the rewards of the game are dispensable to him, he feels that it is just a waste of time.

"Teacher, I won't go, let someone else get the seat." Ye Chen's faint voice reached everyone's ears.

Zhou Yang was still engrossed in his fantasy. After all, he has the final say on who gets the quota, and this quota is a great opportunity for every student.

Who would refuse such a good thing?

(End of this chapter)