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"Why do you want to look at this?"
"It's nothing, I just flipped to it by chance."
Zhang Yang suddenly closed the book and put it back in place. He pulled out a pen and a sticky note from his pocket.
"Ye Zhenzhen, I have a question for you. If you get it right, there's a prize."
"Sure, sure, Teacher Zhang! Hurry up and ask; I can definitely get it right!" I clapped my hands and jumped up.
A faint smile appeared on Zhang Yang's face. He placed the sticky note in his right palm and held the pen in his left hand, writing swiftly.
I had forgotten that Teacher Zhang was left-handed. It took me almost a year of knowing him to realize this.
He could use both hands, but he usually favored his right hand. Even when demonstrating shooting for us, he used his right hand, which I thought was deliberate practice.
However, one day I discovered he was actually writing with his left hand! It was sweltering; we were sitting under the shade of a tree, sweat pouring down. Teacher Zhang asked me to buy him a can of ice-cold cola, but I ended up paying for two cans. Naturally, I "rewarded" myself with one as well.
When I bounced back with two cans of cola, I was surprised to see him writing on paper with his left hand.
Teacher Zhang was wearing a tight-fitting white cotton shirt, with a dark copper cross hanging around his neck. His honey-colored skin glistened with beads of sweat. He lightly pressed his lips together, looking natural and focused, his profile sharp and defined.
Oh, he was surprisingly handsome and charming; no wonder one girl from our dorm was infatuated with him and even took secret photos of him.
Later, Brother Chen told me that Zhang Yang rarely used his left hand; he only did so in particularly dangerous or relaxed situations because it felt instinctive. Well, it was quite intimidating to see him use his left hand.
Today, Zhang Yang used his left hand again, but this time it wasn't intimidating at all. He simply wrote a line of text, tore off a sticky note, slapped it into my palm, and then walked out.
I looked down at my watch—oh, class was about to start soon.
However, I first opened the question to take a look, and oh my god, what was written on the paper was a bunch of gibberish.
On the sticky note, there were elegant lines drawn: "ausriykryusigahnbv"!
Is it English? French? German? Oh, it must be Russian, Senior Xiao Hua's Russian! But as far as I know, Cyrillic characters don't look like that, do they?
Moreover, Teacher Zhang wouldn't give me a question that exceeds my capabilities; that would just be too unprofessional.
In the bookstore, the songs of Wang Zheng and Shui Mu Nian Hua filled the air with a subtle sadness, disrupting my thoughts.
I glanced at my watch and realized, oh no, I'm late!
I clenched the note in my palm and dashed toward the classroom.
Damn it, this class is taught by Teacher Zhang. As soon as I burst through the door, he raised an eyebrow without saying a word and coldly stated, "Late. Stand against the wall at the entrance and hold a horse stance for half an hour!"
Breathing heavily, I squatted in the horse stance while cursing Zhang Yang in my mind from head to toe. Was he deliberately setting me up to fall into his trap?
Fifteen minutes later, my thighs began to feel uncomfortable, but I refused to give in. I've practiced this stance before; who’s afraid of whom? However, at that moment, I was so frustrated that I couldn't possibly focus on what he was saying. Instead, I began to contemplate the code on that note.
Perhaps due to muscle fatigue stimulating my brain, I suddenly felt exceptionally alert. It dawned on me that everything should be considered in relation to its cause and effect.
Why did he give me a question? Perhaps he was inspired by something unintentionally. So what was he doing before posing the question? Hmm, reading. Reading what...
Oh my god, isn't this the most obvious thing ever?
When the time for the horse stance was up, I turned away without looking back at him and proudly returned to my seat. I pulled out paper and pen and started writing.
That's right, it's the Periodic Table! I had memorized it long ago, so I quickly translated the password.
“Au (Gold) Sr (Strontium) I (Iodine) Y (Yttrium) Kr (Krypton) Y (Yttrium) U (Copper) Si (Silicon) Ga (Gallium) H (Hydrogen) Nb (Niobium) V (Vanadium)”!
“At a quarter past four, let's go home together. Will you treat me to a meal?!”
Haha, it seems that solving this problem could work to my advantage because stingy Teacher Zhang has never treated me to a meal alone. I've done so much for him without any reward.
The class ended right at a quarter past four. After class, he stood there slowly packing his things. In fact, he really didn’t spend much time teaching in the classroom.
I unceremoniously slapped the answer down on the desk, completely forgetting that he had just made me hold a horse stance for half an hour.
Zhang Yang showed no signs of surprise, as if everything was as it should be. He simply finished packing his backpack, slung one strap over his shoulder, and said lightly, “Let’s go.”
“Teacher, what were you thinking? How could you come up with such a question?” I asked as I followed behind him.
“Ciphers and codes are things we often use. There are many types of ciphers; some more complex ones require a codebook. Have you seen spy movies? However, if we ever carry out a mission together in the future, let’s use the Periodic Table as our code.”
“Teacher Zhang, will I have the chance to go on a mission with you?!” I exclaimed excitedly.
“What if… what if there is one…”
Uh, so it turns out he wasn't going to take me on a mission right away.
“This way, I can help you memorize the Periodic Table too. Plus, it can convey quite a few meanings.” Zhang Yang awkwardly changed the subject and pulled out a piece of paper to write down a line of text.
"Oh, it looks quite profound."
As a top student, I translated it in just a minute.
H (Hydrogen) A (Astatine) S (Osmium) AS (Arsenic) A (Astatine) NB (Niobium), NB (Niobium) Zn (Zinc) Li (Lithium) Pu (Plutonium) Kr (Krypton) Y (Yttrium) U (Uranium) I (Thallium) Ag (Silver), Ga (Gallium) S (Osmium) Pd (Palladium)!
"My dear, I love you deeply. You must not have anyone else in your heart. Will you marry me?"
Oh my, it turns out the Periodic Table has such a clever use; it can even be used for proposals! This world is truly full of wonders, just lacking the eyes to discover them.
"Well, in the future, I want to propose like this too. It's so romantic!" I said dreamily.
Teacher Zhang was almost speechless. Finally, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Ye Zhenzhen, please remember that you are a girl, okay? Proposals like this should be left to men."
I thought for a moment. Sigh, when I go to the Tang Dynasty in the future, even if I recite the Periodic Table to my idol, he wouldn't understand it anyway. So this skill would be useless.
So I just smiled shyly.
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