Lin Chaoxi felt that the longest journey she had ever taken in her life was Jie Ran's routine.

If we add another name to this routine... She turned to look at Pei Zhi...

"Not bad." Pei Zhi said.

If it wasn't in the classroom, in front of everyone, Lin Chaoxi would definitely ask Pei Zhi: "What does 'not bad' mean?" "Don't want to be the class monitor, that's why you didn't answer." "When are you going to reconcile and collude?"...

But at this moment, she could only whisper: "Brother Pei, you have changed."

Hearing this, Pei Zhi couldn't help but laugh.

In the warm winter sun, Pei Zhi's smile is the type that is bright and sunny.

Lin Chaoxi blushed in shame and quickly turned to look at Jie Ran with a particularly serious expression.

"Student Lin Chaoxi is so serious and seems to be ready to serve his classmates," said Jie Ran.

Some classmates were secretly looking at her with a bit of suspicion.

After all, everyone wasn't familiar with each other, and if she answered the question like that, she would be pointed out as the class monitor by the teacher, which seemed unacceptable no matter how you looked at her.

"Teachers in normal classes still need to be elected through democratic elections..."

"Do you think we are a normal class?" Jie Ran smiled.

Lin Zhaoxi: “…”

The junior high school students were stunned by Jie Ran's words, and no one stood up to object.

The four students from Yongchuan Middle School sitting in the front row didn't care who the class monitor was. What they cared about was what Xie Ran had just said.

"What is a mathematical problem that requires thinking in mathematical language?"

"What is the language of mathematics?"