The fake daughter is also trying to exploit system loopholes today

The boy stood on the podium, not shy at all, just like he was chatting normally, very free and easy.

"Good morning, everyone. My name is Ye Jiamu, the same as the Jiamu in the Book of Songs. I like sleeping and hate sports. You can be my friend, but it's best not to invite me out to play."

Perhaps to prove that what he said was true, Ye Jiamu took a deep breath and yawned loudly. In an instant, he turned from a handsome young man into a lazy big cat.

Many students in the class were amused by Ye Jiamu's humorous words and cute behavior.

The head teacher couldn't help laughing. In order to avoid laughing out loud and causing the class to get out of control, he quickly raised his hand and pointed to an empty seat at the back of the classroom.

"Student Ye Jiamu, please sit in the back first. There are two more transfer students coming tomorrow. We will re-rank them then."

"it is good."

Ye Jiamu agreed readily and walked straight to the last seat. He casually stuffed his schoolbag into the desk hole without even trying to block it with a book. He just laid down on the desk, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

In order to complete the task, Su Xiaomeng has been observing secretly since Ye Jiamu came in.

I noticed that Ye Jiamu looked listless and slumped down as soon as he got to his seat. My heart suddenly tightened and I quickly raised my hand.

"Teacher, teacher!"

The head teacher was writing the name of the text to be learned in this class on the blackboard with chalk. When he heard Su Xiaomeng's shout, he immediately stopped writing, turned around and asked anxiously: "What's wrong, Xiaomeng?"

"Teacher, the new student seems to be in pain. He lies on the table motionless. Maybe he is sick?"

"what!"

The head teacher panicked instantly. The principal came over personally last night and gave him many instructions, saying that Ye Jiamu came from the imperial capital and asked him to take good care of him.

Unexpectedly, such a thing happened on Ye Jiamu’s first day at school. He immediately threw down the chalk, ran over quickly, and gently pushed Ye Jiamu’s shoulder.

"Student Ye Jiamu, Student Ye Jiamu, are you okay?"

"Hmm?" Ye Jiamu slowly raised his head, his eyes blurred, "I'm fine, teacher, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The head teacher was still worried: "Are you okay? Then why did you suddenly lie down?"

"Teacher, didn't I tell you that before?" Ye Jiamu looked at the head teacher in confusion, "I like to sleep. I was sleeping just now."

When the head teacher heard this answer, his worries disappeared, and an uncontrollable anger was completely ignited.

Ye Jiamu's behavior of ignoring classroom discipline, sleeping in class, and shamelessly admitting it was completely beyond the tolerance of the class teacher.

The head teacher frowned and shouted loudly: "Ye Jiamu, school is a place to study, not a place to sleep. Your parents did not send you to school for you to sleep."

"I know your family is rich and doesn't care about grades, but Chinese is the most basic subject. If you don't pay attention in class, you will become illiterate and unable to read any books."

"But?" Ye Jiamu was puzzled. "Teacher, I have already learned all the things you are going to talk about? Not only the second grade, but all the courses in the entire elementary school, I have already finished learning them."

The head teacher was a little confused. It's not like he had never seen geniuses before, but he just didn't want to believe that this boy, who was sleeping in class as soon as they met, was a genius who had completed all the primary school courses.

Seeing the head teacher's expression, Ye Jiamu was understanding and took the initiative to say, "Teacher, if you don't believe me, you can ask any questions you want. If I can answer them all, you don't have to bother me when I sleep in class in the future."

Having said that, there was no reason for the head teacher not to agree. In order to put a damper on Ye Jiamu's arrogance, he directly posed a big problem.

"In that case, I will give you a few questions to check your knowledge. If you can answer all of them, we can discuss whether you can sleep during class."

"The first question is a simple one. Please recite Li Bai's "Viewing the Waterfall at Mount Lu"."

"Purple smoke rises from the incense burner under the sun, and you can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance. The water flows down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky."

Ye Jiamu did not hesitate and recited the entire poem in an instant.

"Yes, that's Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower."

"The sun sets over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, climb to a higher level."

"Chi Le Song"

"Chi Le Chuan, at the foot of Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome covering the surrounding fields. The sky is vast, the fields are boundless, the wind blows the grass low and you can see cattle and sheep."

Seeing that the second-grade ancient poetry was not difficult for Ye Jiamu, the head teacher slightly increased the difficulty and gave him an ancient poem that was only learned in the sixth grade.

"Student Ye Jiamu, please recite Li Mu's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River" again."

Ye Jiamu still did not stutter, and he spoke without thinking: "Thousands of miles of warblers singing, green reflects red, water villages and mountain towns, wine flags fluttering in the wind. Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, many pavilions in the mist and rain."

The head teacher didn't believe it and mentioned several ancient poems that were only learned in higher grades. He even deliberately asked about an ancient poem that was not in the textbook, but none of them stumped Ye Jiamu, and he recited it very fluently.

"Teacher," Ye Jiamu stared at the head teacher, "I have memorized all the poems you asked me about. Can I sleep in class from now on?"

The head teacher frowned and said earnestly: "Student Ye Jiamu, Chinese is a broad and profound language. Don't be proud and complacent just because you have memorized a few poems before, and think that you know everything."

"Next we will have a dictation test. You go to the podium and I'll read a word. You write it on the blackboard. Other students can also write along. This is a good opportunity to test your recent learning results."

"The first word, play the piano. The one who plays the piano plays the piano."

"The second word is hug. It's the hug between two people hugging each other."

"The third word..."

After the dictation, Ye Jiamu still got full marks. Then, the head teacher selected words to make sentences, synonyms, antonyms...

Even if the head teacher gave some questions that were beyond the syllabus or questions for higher grades, Ye Jiamu was not stumped.

Su Yu hid in the dark, looking at the other classmates in the class. She looked at Ye Jiamu with eyes full of admiration, and felt more and more proud in her heart.

You are worthy of being my fiancé, the genius boy who is the smartest in the world! In this life, I will not let you be deceived by Su Xiaomeng again. I will not let your glory disappear in the dark and let Su Xiaomeng steal your achievements and become the light of salvation.

Su Xiaomeng's five brothers are all geniuses. Except for the fourth brother who is a little bit stupid, the IQ of the others is far beyond that of ordinary people. Therefore, she was not that shocked by Ye Jiamu's performance just now.

On the contrary, Su Xiaomeng was in a bit of a dilemma. Ye Jiamu had just arrived and he had already made such a big noise. When the get out of class was over, he would definitely be surrounded by a group of people and would not be able to be alone. How was he going to complete today's daily tasks?