"So, I figured it could just be that they were acting on their own accord, choosing to remain silent. They watched the freshmen making a scene without warning them at all," Associate Professor Yang said. "They were just harboring something bad in their heart."

Tan Mo: “…”

No wonder Associate Professor Yang was looking around like a thief just now, afraid of being heard.

"Of course they can't be planning to do you harm. My guess is that they might be thinking of letting the freshmen cause trouble, preferably to the point where the school won't let you teach the freshmen. No matter what grade you teach their seniors, they'll profit. Any profit they can make is a profit. It's better than teaching a bunch of freshmen who know nothing," said Associate Professor Yang.

You know what, Tan Mo felt that Associate Professor Yang might have guessed it right.

"Well, that's just my guess." Associate Professor Yang quickly made amends.

But everything that should and shouldn't be said has been said, and there's no way to make up for it.

Professor Yang is old enough to be Tan Mo's father.

So, the big and the small went to the classroom together.

There were already quite a few people sitting in the classroom because it was a compulsory course and such a difficult one. No one would miss the class unless they had to.

When Associate Professor Yang entered the classroom, the bell rang.

Associate Professor Yang then said, "Hello everyone, I am the teacher who will be teaching you real analysis this semester. My last name is Yang."

Associate Professor Yang wrote his cell phone number and email address on the blackboard.

"You can also search for my WeChat ID by phone," Associate Professor Yang said. "This is Tan Mo, my teaching assistant for Real Analytical Functions. If you have any questions about your coursework, feel free to ask her."

"If even she can't solve it, then there's no need to ask me," Associate Professor Yang said with a smile. "I don't think I can solve it either."

Although the senior students were planning to do something bad, Associate Professor Yang couldn't bear to see that these freshmen really knew nothing.

So I reminded them.

As for Tan Mo's incredible performance in the math competition, Associate Professor Yang did not tell the freshmen for the sake of the seniors' happiness.

Associate Professor Yang also learned to be balanced.

However, because of preconceived prejudices.

Not only did they not understand Associate Professor Yang's hint, but they also felt that Associate Professor Yang was trying to save Tan Mo's reputation and was deliberately speaking in a nice way.

How could Associate Professor Yang be worse than Tan Mo?

Tan Mo can’t do it, and Associate Professor Yang can’t do it either?

Just kidding!

They are not nerds, so they can't fail to understand such a humble joke.

Tan Mo didn't provide his contact information, only his email address. "If you have any questions, you can email me and I will answer them promptly. Don't worry, I won't see them. I'll take a look at them every day and give you a reply, so don't worry."

When everyone heard this, they showed disdainful expressions on their faces without any concealment.

Ask her?

Can she?

Although Tan Mo has already graduated from college, she majored in finance.

How can her math skills compare to theirs?

"Since she asked us to send it to her, then we shouldn't be polite. Let's send her the difficult questions and see how she answers them!" Someone whispered to the person next to him.

"Yes." The person next to him conveyed it to others.

Tan Mo knew what they were thinking by looking at their expressions, but he was not panicked at all.

Because of this incident, the students were busy studying in class and had no chance to embarrass Tan Mo.

And I thought, since I can just send an email to solve the problem, it won’t take much longer.

In the evening, at Yijing.

While Wei Zhiqian was taking a shower, Tan Mo went to the study to check today's emails.

During class, she observed the students.

Not many people can hide things.

However, Tan Mo has been in contact with people of Wei Zhiqian's level for a long time.

My father is also a veteran in the business world.

Compared with people of their level, no matter how smart or cunning these students are, they are still not good enough.

Naturally, Tan Mo saw it at a glance.

All I can say is that the level of people Tan Mo comes into contact with on a daily basis is too high.

So when I look at others, they all seem to be noobs.

However, Tan Mo herself has not realized this yet. She just thinks that these students are too cunning.

Everything is shown on the face and can be seen at a glance.

It's really weird and stupid.

When Tan Mo opened his mailbox, he saw many emails from freshmen asking questions.

I'm just a freshman, and today is just my first class. Why would I have so many questions?

Didn't she just go out of her way to find someone to make things difficult for her?

Tan Mo was not angry, he just found it interesting.

These students tried very hard to make things difficult for her.

They can find these questions, but I don’t know whether they understand them themselves.

Tan Mo classified these issues according to their current professional mastery.

There were some that Tan Mo estimated that although they had not yet learned, based on the self-study ability of the top students, they could still master, so he divided them into a category.

There were some that they could not learn even if they tried hard to study on their own, so they were simply used to make things difficult for her, and they were also separated out.

In the first category, Tan Mo directly gave a detailed explanation of the solution, gave the reason for each step, and even gave the source of the formula, and even which grade and which textbook it was written in.

It is written completely in the style of a fool's guide.

Even if you are not good at math, you will understand it after reading Tan Mo's answer.

When Wei Zhiqian came out of the shower, he saw Tan Mo busy at the computer.

He walked behind Tan Mo's chair, bent down slightly, put his hands on the armrests of the chair from behind, and leaned over from behind Tan Mo's right side to look at Tan Mo's computer screen.

"Why are you busier than me? Does Principal Mu arrange so many courses for you?" Wei Zhiqian frowned. The little girl must be so tired.

Wei Zhiqian began to think about it and discussed with Tan Mo whether he should go to talk to Principal Mu about this matter.

The little girl now has to do the work of five people, and her workload is about to be increased.

Even if you are very capable, you wouldn't pull it out of a person like this.

"No," Tan Mo said with a smile, "it's these freshmen. They probably haven't heard of my math level and are not convinced that I, a recent graduate student, would be their teacher. So today they sent me a lot of problems to solve."

Tan Mo smiled and said, "These questions are quite simple. I can finish one in less than two minutes." Tan Mo smiled and said, "So it's not difficult at all."

"You're still giving them such detailed answers?" Wei Zhiqian frowned, observing Tan Mo's steps in answering the questions. "These questions are beyond the scope of their current majors."