Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 129: A Freshman Giving a Lecture?

The classroom was buzzing with noise.

This was the first major class for the new students of the Department of Agriculture this semester - "Crop Cultivation."

The large lecture hall, which could accommodate 200 people, was packed.

Lin Wan Yi hugged her books and found a seat near the front.

As soon as she sat down, the originally noisy conversations around her quieted down instantly.

Countless eyes secretly glanced at her.

There was curiosity, awe, and also defiance.

In the corner, Liu Meiqin stared intently at Lin Wan Yi’s straight back, gripping her pen so tightly it was about to break.

"Brother Zhiyuan, look at her arrogant demeanor!"

Liu Meiqin nudged the boy next to her with her elbow, her voice full of jealousy.

"Isn’t she just good at farming? The principal treats her like a precious flower, but I bet she hasn’t even opened the textbook!"

Next to her, Chen Zhiyuan, wearing a faded blue cloth Zhongshan suit with two pens in his pocket, adjusted the thick glasses on his nose. A glint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

He had always prided himself on being a true intellectual, and he looked down on people who became famous by taking the "unorthodox route."

"Farming is farming, and scholarship is scholarship."

Chen Zhiyuan snorted coldly, opening his densely written preparation notes in front of him.

"University is about theoretical systems, not the little tricks she uses in the fields."

"When Professor Wang asks questions later, I’ll show her what true expertise is!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Meiqin immediately perked up.

"Yes! Brother Zhiyuan, you must put her in her place!"

At that moment, the class bell rang.

Professor Wang, clutching his lecture notes, strode onto the podium.

He maintained his usual solemn demeanor, his gaze sharp as he scanned the room.

The classroom instantly fell silent.

Professor Wang smacked the lecture notes against the desk without opening them and looked directly at the students.

"For today’s first lesson, I won’t cover what’s in the book."

His voice was loud and confident.

"Besides the sweet potato black spot disease we mentioned last time, ’cotton bollworm’ is the biggest threat for large-scale cotton planting in the north."

"The book advises using chemical pesticides like ’666’ powder for spraying."

Professor Wang paused, his gaze becoming sharper.

"But the reality last year was that in many places, after using the pesticide, not only did the insects not die, they developed resistance, leading to a significant drop in cotton yield."

"Who can tell me why this is and how to solve it?"

The question was met with dead silence in the class.

This was a depth that first-year students could not reach.

It was a practical problem that even many experts found challenging.

Chen Zhiyuan’s eyes lit up.

The opportunity had come!

He had pored over all his family’s agricultural books for this entrance.

He stood up with a loud scrape of his chair on the floor.

"Professor! I know!"

All eyes focused on him.

Chen Zhiyuan straightened, his voice high.

"According to the latest research from Soviet experts, it’s because pests have developed biological evolution and adaptation!"

"The solution is to increase the pesticide dosage or use a mixture of organophosphate pesticides like ’dimethoate’ for cross extermination!"

After speaking, he glanced triumphantly at Lin Wan Yi.

A perfect answer!

He had seen it from internal materials!

Liu Meiqin clapped furiously beside him, her palms turning red.

"Brother Zhiyuan is amazing! Even reading Soviet experts’ papers!"

Peers around them also cast looks of admiration.

No wonder he was the second top scorer in the province, with such a wealth of knowledge!

Professor Wang looked at Chen Zhiyuan, but there was no expression on his face.

"Sit down."

He said flatly.

Chen Zhiyuan’s smile froze.

No praise?

Professor Wang shook his head.

"Bookworm! Typical armchair theorist!"

"Increase the dosage? Do you know how poor the rural areas are now? Can farmers afford so much pesticide?"

"And mixing use? Are you trying to kill the crops in the fields faster, or aren’t there enough livestock dying from drinking the water?"

A series of rhetorical questions slapped Chen Zhiyuan’s face like a blow.

He blushed, slowly sat down, and wished he could find a hole to hide in.

Liu Meiqin was also dumbfounded, her hands now stinging from the clapping.

Professor Wang no longer looked at him, his gaze scoured the room before precisely landing on the first row.

"Lin Wan Yi."

Called by name, Lin Wan Yi closed the notebook in her hand and stood up.

"Present."

Professor Wang’s stern expression instantly softened.

He even smiled, a rare occurrence.

"Why don’t you explain this question to them?"

He stepped aside and pointed to the podium.

"Come up and speak."

"Boom!"

The classroom erupted.

A freshman giving a lecture? This was unprecedented at Beijing Agricultural College!

Chen Zhiyuan raised his head sharply, looking incredulously at Professor Wang.

His professional-sounding answer had been dismissed, so why was Lin Wan Yi allowed to speak?

Lin Wan Yi didn’t refuse.

She confidently walked out of her seat and stepped onto the podium.

She stood before the blackboard, picking up a piece of chalk.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

A few lines of vigorous chalk writing appeared on the blackboard.

"Biological control: Red-eyed Wasp."

"Physical capture: Black Light Trap."

"Agricultural control: Cotton-Wheat Intercropping."

She turned around, faced the 200 pairs of eyes below, her voice clear and steady.

"Professor Wang is right. With the current rural conditions, we can’t afford large amounts of pesticides."

"Moreover, pesticide residues can severely damage the soil and pollute water sources."

She pointed to the first line on the blackboard.

"Red-eyed Wasp is a natural enemy of the cotton bollworm. During the peak egg-laying period of cotton bollworms, releasing Red-eyed Wasps can achieve a parasitic rate of over 80%."

"The cost is almost zero."

She then indicated the second line.

"Cotton bollworms have phototaxis. A black light trap with a basin of water below can capture hundreds or thousands of adult insects overnight."

"As for cotton-wheat intercropping..."

She casually drew a diagram on the blackboard.

"Using wheat as a barrier can effectively block the migration of cotton bollworms and make full use of land resources, achieving double harvest in one season."

She put down the chalk, dusting off her hands.

"These methods may seem simple, but they are effective, economical, and do not harm the land."

In the classroom, there was dead silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

All mouths were agape, staring at the girl who spoke confidently on the podium.

There were no profound theories, no complex chemical terms.

Only practical solutions ready to be applied in the fields!

This was true scholarship!

Professor Wang sat in Lin Wan Yi’s front row seat, unexpectedly taking out a small notebook and quickly taking notes.

A distinguished professor taking notes from a student’s lecture!

This scene was even more astonishing than Lin Wan Yi lecturing.

"Well done! Well spoken!"

Professor Wang closed his notebook and began to clap.

"Clap clap clap!"

Thunderous applause instantly drowned the classroom.

The students now looked at Lin Wan Yi as if she were a deity.

In the crowd, Chen Zhiyuan’s face was ashen.

He looked at the "plain and simple" solutions on the blackboard, then at the students around him giving frenzied applause.

His hand gripped the pen tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Snap!"

A sharp crack.

His most cherished Hero pen broke in his hand.

Ink dripped onto his hand, glaringly black.

The bell signaling the end of class rang.

Students did not rush out of the classroom as usual but gathered around the podium.

"Classmate Lin! How exactly is that black light trap made?"

"Classmate Lin, where can we get those Red-eyed Wasps?"

Lin Wan Yi was surrounded in the middle, patiently answering each question one by one.

In the last row of the classroom.

Chen Zhiyuan stood up alone.

He watched Lin Wan Yi being surrounded and adored by everyone, his eyes behind the glasses showing a snake-like coldness.

"Lin Wan Yi..."

He squeezed the name out through his teeth, in a voice only he could hear.

"We’ll see."