After I dressed as a stickman, I had sex with the male protagonist of Mary Sue [Transmigration Book]

After several ambulances roared past one after another, it was finally the turn of the four groups of Gu Beiyu and the others.Before the teacher called the roll, Gu Beiyu, who had already been so excited that he couldn't help himself, had already stood up impatiently.

Amidst the tragic wailing in the classroom, Gu Beiyu's performance was exceptionally eye-catching, so the corpses that had collapsed on the backs of the chairs all faked their corpses and cast their eyes on Gu Beiyu curiously.

Murong Xinghe, who was one meter away, also looked at Gu Beiyu warily at this time—what kind of trick is this man playing?Could it be that he wanted to use this method to attract Dugu Yemoli's attention?

Feeling the gazes from all directions, Gu Beiyu became more and more excited.

It's time for these ordinary people to experience what it means to be crushed by IQ!

Seeing that he was so active, the teacher coughed lightly, and said in a gentle tone: "Student Wanyan Zimengdie, if you are not ready, you can temporarily skip the inspection..."

Just kidding, this is the beloved grandson of their school director, if something happens to Wanyan Zimengdie in her class, her whole family will definitely be dragged out to be buried with her!

"No, I'm ready," Gu Beiyu rubbed his hands passionately, "Come on, come on!"

Please submerge me with the ninety-nine multiplication table as deep and vast as the sea!

I can stand it!

Seeing Gu Beiyu's insistence, the teacher had no choice but to open the lesson plan worriedly, and quickly scanned the terrifying nine-nine multiplication table, and chose the simplest question: "Excuse me, what do you get one by one?" ?”

In the seat, Murong Xinghe couldn't help sneering.

He actually wants to use the nine-nine multiplication table to attract Gu Ye Moli's attention, what a clever little thing.

However, all this is wishful thinking!

Even the simplest first question has already defeated 99.9% of the human race in the world. He, Murong Xinghe, absolutely does not believe that this white and tender boy who looks like a green onion can withstand the pressure from the ninety-nine multiplication table!

Gu Beiyu glanced contemptuously at the sneering Murong Xinghe, and slowly said a word: "One."

"Huh?" The teacher quickly flipped through the lesson plan in his hand in disbelief. After confirming the number on it, he raised his head and announced in a daze, "...the answer is correct."

The whole class immediately erupted in incredible exclamation:

"What, Wanyan Zimengdie answered correctly?"

"My God, how is this possible..."

"Didn't it mean that only people with an IQ over 300 can answer the first question?"

"I didn't expect that Wanyan Zimengdie would be so secretive!"

"Worthy of being a descendant of the Wanyan Zimengdie family, the bloodline is extraordinary!"

Hearing the crazy and embarrassing blows of the students next to his ears, Gu Beiyu's whole match was so happy that he flew up.

Ah, so this is what it feels like to be a student god?

The needle does not poke!

"No, how is this possible..." Murong Xinghe looked at Gu Beiyu in a daze, unable to accept the fact that the other party could answer one by one!

The teacher was stunned for a while, then quickly scanned the ninety-nine multiplication table in his hand, his eyes caught one of the questions, and his lips trembled slightly: "One two..."

However, before the words fell, Gu Beiyu had already answered quickly: "Two!"

The teacher raised his head suddenly, and said with trembling lips in disbelief, "Yes, yes, the answer is correct..."

The whole class gasped: "Oh!"

The teacher took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead with trembling little hands, and asked several questions one after another. These questions ranged from two to four to four to four, and each was more difficult and more exciting than the last.

From "Oh!" to "Oh!!!" to the end, the students cheered at the top of their voices, whistled and screamed continuously, and even the teacher couldn't help but shed tears of excitement.

Until the last question, Gu Beiyu said a few words indifferently but arrogantly: "Nine nine 81."

Completely raised the atmosphere to the climax!

"Unbelievable, incredible!"

"There is really someone who can answer all the ninety-nine multiplication tables!"

"Wanyan Zimengdie's IQ is definitely over 400!"

"This is nothing short of a miracle!"

"I never expected that there would be such a high IQ student in our class!" The teacher staggered down from the podium, held Gu Beiyu's little hand excitedly, and said with tears in his eyes, "Student Wanyan Zimengdie, Your IQ is already far above the teacher, I have no way to teach you anything, from today on, you are my teacher!"

As the teacher said, he helped Gu Beiyu respectfully from his seat to the podium, moved a small bench and sat under the stage, and clapped his little hands wildly at Gu Beiyu!

"My God, even the teacher admits that he can't teach anything anymore..."

"Student Wanyan Zimengdie is really amazing!"

The whole class cast their eyes on Gu Beiyu and Rui Sibai in an instant, and the applause, screams, and whistles gradually rang out enthusiastically!

Just at this moment, whoever started it, the classroom suddenly started shouting the same name——

"Wanyan Purple Dream Butterfly!"

"Wanyan Purple Dream Butterfly!"

"Wanyan Purple Dream Butterfly!"

The sound became louder and more intense, and finally lasted forever and never stopped!

"Thank you, thank you... Please calm down, everyone, stay calm..." Gu Beiyu humbly raised his little paw to suppress it, but applause, screams, and whistles were still heard!

The entire classroom has become Gu Beiyu's world!

He is the king of the ninety-nine multiplication table!

Yan Nanchuan stared complicatedly at Gu Beiyu, who was in the center of the crowd, blooming with passion like a sunflower, obviously immersed in it: "..."

The other person's behavior is so retarded that it is impossible to tell whether it is intentional or uncontrollable.