Chapter 1017 Jiang Zhiying's talent show
Jiang Zhiying looked at Song Baoyu with a smile: "Song classmate, please come and see if there is any problem with this brick."
As soon as these words came out, the students were even more curious, what exactly is Jiang Zhiying going to perform?
Song Baoyu walked over and looked at the bricks on the lecture table with disgust. The bricks were still wet because they had only been washed not long ago. He looked at it for a while, and saw nothing wrong, just ordinary bricks.
So he said with disgust: "Isn't this just a brick? What's the problem?"
Jiang Zhiying was not in a hurry, she still smiled: "How about you take it up and take a look?"
Song Baoyu looked disgusted, but he was really curious about what Jiang Zhiying wanted to do, so he picked up the brick.
The bricks were icy cold, just like a lump of ice, so cold that his finger bones started to hurt, and he wanted to throw them away.
But so many people looked at him, he still wanted face in the end, so he didn't throw it away, he gritted his teeth and clenched his teeth, and his face still appeared to be nothing, for fear of being looked down upon by others.
Because it was too cold, Song Baoyu's tone was very impatient: "I've picked it up now, and then what? What exactly do you want to perform?"
Jiang Zhiying asked him with a smile: "So, do you think there is anything wrong with this brick?"
Song Baoyu pinched the brick, only to feel that his fingers were getting colder and colder, so he became more and more impatient: "This is an ordinary brick, what could be wrong?"
Jiang Zhiying saw his impatience and said with a smile, "Since classmate Song has confirmed that there is no problem with this brick, then I will start performing."
She stretched out her left hand, "Give it to me."
Song Baoyu immediately couldn't wait to put the brick in her hand, then put her hand in her trouser pocket, and kept rubbing her fingers to keep warm.
Jiang Zhiying caught the brick firmly and held it up to show it to the students in the audience: "Everyone look at it, this is a brick, and now I want to perform a talent show, don't blink."
The students' eyes widened subconsciously, staring straight at Jiang Zhiying and the brick in her hand.
Jiang Zhiying showed it, and quickly put down the brick, grabbed it with her left hand, then raised her right hand, and slammed into the brick!
Hearing a "bang", half of the bricks smashed on the podium.
All the students instantly widened their eyes and looked in shock at the half brick she was holding in her hand.
Song Baoyu, who was standing beside him, took a big step back in fright, like a frightened cat, as if all the hair on his body had exploded.
The entire classroom fell into an eerie silence in an instant, and the needles could be heard.
Until Jiang Zhiying asked with a smile, "This is my talent show, do you like it?"
All the students looked at her stiffly, not knowing how to react.
Jiang Zhiying saw it in her eyes and asked with a smile, "Does anyone want to come up and try it?"
All the students were instantly quiet as chickens, and they buried their heads nervously, only peeking at her with their eyes, for fear of being called by her.
Jiang Zhiying looked at Song Baoyu: "Song classmate, do you want to try?"
Song Baoyu, who was named, wanted to cry without tears!
But he quickly reacted: No, this Jiang Zhiying looks like a white magnolia, how could it be possible to split a brick with her bare hands? There must be something wrong with that brick just now!
So he raised his chin arrogantly: "Okay, I'll come if I come!"
He couldn't believe it. A little girl could split a brick with her bare hands, but he couldn't split it!
Jiang Zhiying smiled and handed him the remaining half of the brick, and reminded him, "Be careful, don't hurt your hand."
Song Baoyu took the brick: "Today I'll show you what real kung fu is!"
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