Chapter 112 Come, it's your turn
When Zhang Yang was watching Brother Hu’s video before, he thought about a question and shouted in the middle of the crowd:
"Everyone, look at me. I have something to announce..."

What would it feel like?

Now, he felt it.

My goodness! More than a hundred students, a dozen professors and members of the German archaeological team present all looked at him.

The looks cast at him included admiration, shock, disgust, confusion, and even fear.

"What's wrong with this guy? Is he crazy?"

"Wearing a mask, I guess I feel really insecure and don't dare to show my true face to others."

"Is there such a person in our school? How come I don't have any impression of him at all?"

"This person is not a pseudo-historian. He is clearly a fan of unofficial history. What he said is too wild."

"..."

Although everyone was talking in low voices, no one took the initiative to stand up and refute Zhang Yang.

Because everyone knows who Zhang Yang is targeting.

That's the boy with glasses in the last row.

So everyone’s thoughts at this time are: There’s going to be something interesting to watch, with melon seeds, drinks and small stools for sale in the front row~
When the man with glasses heard Zhang Yang's words, his heart skipped a beat.

I thought to myself, "Oh no, oh no, I've been targeted by a true pseudo-historian."

"I heard that this kind of people are best at bringing other people's IQs down to their level, and then using their rich experience to achieve victory."

The man with glasses suddenly felt a little scared.

He saw that everyone seemed to be looking at Zhang Yang and no one was paying attention to him, so he quickly and quietly bent down and wanted to change seats and sit down.

"Hey, buddy, if you want to sit down, I'm here to invite you, right?"

Zhang Yang was staring at the man with glasses.

When I saw him doing something inappropriate, I immediately pointed at him into the microphone.

"Don't stand there anymore. Come on stage and let's communicate face to face, or you will think that I am bullying you because of my loud voice."

"Of course, if you're scared, forget it. There's nothing shameful in being a coward."

Zhang Yang's method of provoking others is quite useful.

The man with glasses was originally timid and wanted to get away with it, but after hearing what he said, he stood up and strode to the podium.

He extended his hand to Zhang Yang, indicating that he should give him the microphone, as he had something to say.

Zhang Yang immediately shook his head:
"Sorry, I haven't finished yet!"

"Then you should say so."

The man with glasses urged impatiently:

"Just give it to me when you're done. No matter what bullshit you say, be ready to kneel down in front of me."

"Humph, you forced me to do this."

"Okay." Zhang Yang nodded very kindly, "Then you watch carefully, I will only perform once."

The computer on the podium was still playing the archaeological team's PPT, and he took advantage of it to go back several pages.

We came to the page with a group photo of fifteen bronze swords.

Click on the picture to zoom in directly to the maximum magnification and select one of the bronze swords that is relatively clear:
"Come on, everyone, take a look, what is this?"

Zhang Yang hovered the mouse over the center of the sword guard.

There is deep green rust at this position of the bronze sword, but if you look in the direction where Zhang Yang slides his mouse, you can vaguely see a "cross" engraved on it.

Of course, you can also say that this is a plus sign, or an ordinary scratch, the audience below has their own opinions.

You definitely can't tell anything from looking at it this way.

But Zhang Yang is particularly good at giving examples.

He held the microphone out to the man with glasses next to him and asked him:
"Come on, tell me, what do you think this is?"

The latter laughed contemptuously:
"What could it be, just a scratch? You're not trying to say that this is the ancient Chinese character for ten, are you?"

"Then I think you might be hallucinating."

"Oh? Really?" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows at the man with glasses.

"What if I tell you this is [Seven]?"

"Seven? This is seven? How come you were left behind in the literacy campaign?" the man with glasses said mockingly.

Most of the people present had the same reaction.

There's more than a slight difference between ten and seven.

But Professor Li, who had been calm and composed just now, suddenly stood up with a serious expression.

He looked at Zhang Yang's eyes, which were as big as copper bells.

Then he walked quietly to the stage and observed the bronze sword in the display case.

"Oh? It seems that this old gentleman is knowledgeable."

Zhang Yang gave Professor Li a thumbs up.

He moves the picture around, searching for the next detail.

On another bronze sword, also on the hilt, at almost the same position, the "scratch" this time changed from a "cross" to an hourglass pattern.

"Guess what this is?"

Zhang Yang continued to ask the man with glasses next to him.

He likes to grab a sheep and pull its wool.

The latter looked back at Professor Li who looked abnormal.

He found that the other party was still standing in front of the display case of the bronze sword, looking at it carefully with a frown, and writing and drawing with his hands at the same time, as if he was verifying something.

Are you verifying the word you just said?

The man with glasses couldn't help but feel his anus tighten.

It's broken, there seems to be something wrong.

"Hey, man, I got a question for you!"

Zhang Yang asked again.

The man with glasses replied in a casual manner:
"What else could it be? It's probably a mark made by the sword's owner. What's the big deal?"

"I don't know."

"Really?" Zhang Yang smiled.

"What is that? I don't understand what you are saying."

The man with glasses curled his lips, waved his hand and said:

"Well, my stomach is a little uncomfortable. You go ahead and talk. I'll be back soon."

He was already feeling a little intimidated by Professor Li's behavior and wanted to run away first.

But the boy who had been accused by him before was not willing to let him go so easily and stood in front of him directly.

One-on-one defense made him unable to move at all.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you the answer, right?"

Zhang Yang said behind the man with glasses:

"Everyone, this is actually not a sign."

"This is a [five] word." Zhang Yang said this in a calm tone, which made Professor Li tremble.

He hurriedly looked for the corresponding sword in the display case.

Not only him, but also several students with more knowledge at the scene understood it.

"I know!" someone shouted, "This is the character for five in oracle bone script!"

"That cross pattern just now is the number seven in oracle bone script!"

"right?"

"Yes, I think so too." Zhang Yang responded through the microphone.

"It is the pictographic writing of the Shang Dynasty of China, the oracle bone script."

"If I'm not mistaken, there should also be numbers written in oracle bone script on the other bronze swords."

"Awesome!" a student shouted at the scene.

"This guy has something."

"Sure enough, Europe's bronze ware technology came from China."

"Didn't you notice? Those Germans stopped talking. They were obviously intimidated."

"..."

In fact, the German archaeologists present had no idea what was going on.

They simply don't understand.

The volunteer assigned by the school to help with translation just followed Professor Li to help find oracle bone inscriptions on the bronze sword.

And I actually helped Professor Li find two of them.

"This classmate's guess should be correct!"

Professor Li stood on the stage and responded with full energy:

"I have found six, eight, and nine oracle bones in the remaining swords."

"Anyone who is interested can come and take a look."

As soon as Professor Li said this, there was an uproar and the place suddenly became chaotic.

Many people rushed towards the podium at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

"Stop!" Zhang Yang shouted.

The scene quickly became quiet.

Everyone wanted to see if the man on the stage would make any other shocking remarks.

Under the gaze of so many people, Zhang Yang walked over to the man with glasses and handed him the microphone:
"Come on, it's your turn, say a few words to everyone!"

"I, a pseudo-historian, just made a violent statement. It's your turn to refute me."

"No, no, no. Don't do this, brother."

The man with glasses waved his hands repeatedly, but Zhang Yang forced the microphone into his hands.

"Don't be nervous, just say a few words."

"By the way, I still like the rebellious look you showed just now."

"Hahahaha!"

The students at the scene burst into laughter.

The man with glasses looked at the microphone in his hand and forced a smile at Zhang Yang that was uglier than crying.

Seeing that there was no follow-up, the students who had just rushed to the podium rushed to the platform again.

Everyone wanted to see what the oracle bone script on the bronze sword looked like.

Zhang Yang also took advantage of the chaos to escape from the auditorium.

As for the archaeological team led by Anna's mother, they were forgotten in the corner, looking at the crazy students in front of them with confusion.

What did the man in the mask say just now? Why did everyone's attitude suddenly change?

Is my bronze sword so popular?
……

When Zhang Yang walked out of the auditorium, Anna didn't know where he had gone and was not waiting for him.

He looked around outside the door but couldn't find it.

Just as he was about to call to ask, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Zhang Yang?"

The questioning voice sounded like that of an elderly person.

Zhang Yang turned around and saw Professor Li standing behind him.

The old man must have been attacked pretty hard by the students just now. His hair is messy and his clothes are askew. If there are any injuries on his face, it would be like he was beaten up by a group of people.

"Professor, why are you here?" Zhang Yang asked, pretending to be confused.

"Don't you see me?"

Professor Li pointed to the door of the auditorium behind him:
"Just now I saw you and a little white girl sitting in the last row, but when I turned around you were gone."

"Why are you alone now?"

"Actually, I don't know why." Zhang Yang smiled helplessly.

This smile seemed a bit miserable to Professor Li.

He patted Zhang Yang's shoulder comfortingly and pointed to the road ahead leading to the school lawn:
"Shall I walk with you?"

"No, it's so late. Professor, you should go back and teach your grandson his homework." Zhang Yang declined.

But when Professor Li heard the word "grandson", he immediately said:

"Then please walk with me!"

"Um... Professor, are you so scared?" Zhang Yang asked with a stern face.

He was afraid that he would laugh out loud.

After asking Xiao Shen about it, he found out that Professor Li’s grandson was the ruthless high school student.

When Teacher Ma is at home, he can pick up a whip and suppress his grandson.

But when she is not at home, the naughty child becomes lawless.

"Hey, that's no fun."

Professor Li sighed and walked forward. Zhang Yang was embarrassed to just slip away, so he had to follow him.

"Let's talk about cultural relics."

"Has Lao Ma contacted you?" Professor Li asked.

"Yes, she said she wanted to restore the painting I copied to the corresponding cave."

"That's it? It's gone?"

"That's all. Is there anything else?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"What is this old fellow keeping in suspense again?"

Professor Li muttered something in a low voice, and then told Zhang Yang:

"Lao Ma wants to give you a surprise, but I won't reveal what it is."

Zhang Yang:? ? ?
(End of this chapter)