Chapter 20 Answering Questions "If you don't know the answer to a question, choose c."

"With a probability of one in forty-five, it shouldn't be that easy to win the prize, right?" Yu Xiang's mind was clattering.

"But you overlooked one problem." Jiang Ci said coldly, "Although the probability of picking you is only one in forty-five, there are more than twenty questions."

Jiang Ci paused for a moment before continuing, "That is to say, if Teacher Fan insists on not repeating himself, nearly half of the students in the class will have to speak."

Yu Xiang's hand holding the pen stiffened, and he almost broke the tip of the pen when he exerted too much force.

And it was at this time that Fan Zhengqing began to pick out one person.

The numbers on the big screen changed, and this time they stopped at 36.

"Who is student number 36?"

Student No. 36 Yu Xiang: “…”

Not only Yu Xiang, Jiang Ci was also slightly stunned when he saw this number: "It seems that this moment has come a little earlier than I expected."

Yu Xiang's face turned green as if he had swallowed ten pounds of bitter melon. "That's enough, stop making sarcastic remarks. Which question are we on?"

"Question five."

Yu Xiang quickly scanned the fifth question and then stood up reluctantly: "Choose C."

Fan Zhengqing nodded: "Yes, the answer to this question is C. Tell me about your solution process."

Yu Xiang lowered his head again guiltily to look at his test paper.

However, the reference answers for the multiple-choice questions did not include detailed explanations, and he just didn't know how to answer this question.

He subconsciously glanced at Jiang Ci next to him and found that Jiang Ci was also looking at him.

Although he looked expressionless, Yu Xiang could still interpret from his face the words "Who told you not to listen to the class seriously if you don't know how to do it?"

Yu Xiang closed his eyes, mentally prepared himself, and then looked up at Fan Zhengqing on the podium. His expression was a mixture of "guilty," "regret," "panic," "embarrassment," and other complex emotions. Finally, he said, "There was no process. I was just guessing."

Fan Zhengqing was stunned when he heard his words, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh: "You are quite an honest child."

Yu Xiang lowered his eyes and let out a breath, hoping that Fan Zhengqing would stop making things difficult for him.

But Fan Zhengqing didn't intend to let him go: "Then tell me how you fooled me."

"If you don't know the answer to a question, just choose C." Yu Xiang's face flushed red as he answered with a stiff upper lip - however, he didn't do that in this exam out of spite, otherwise it might not have been so disastrous.

"Puchi——" someone couldn't help laughing.

Fan Zhengqing crossed his arms, shook his head, and sighed, "No wonder I only got 18 points on the math test."

"Teacher, I got 18 points, he got one point higher than me." Zhang Miao corrected loudly.

Fan Zhengqing: “…”

"Ahem." After a few seconds of silence, a somewhat embarrassed Fan Zheng cleared his throat. He glared at Zhang Miao, who had jumped out to disrupt the atmosphere, and asked three critical questions: "Why are you shouting so loudly when I'm scolding him? Is getting 18 points something to be proud of? What's the difference between 18 and 19?"

Zhang Miao wasn't intimidated by him and asked back, somewhat aggrievedly, "Teacher, don't you always say, 'One point in the college entrance exam kills a thousand people'?"

This sentence silenced Fan Zhengqing again.

I can't criticize this because he really says it often.

Glancing at the other people below, almost all of them were trying to hold back their laughter, their faces about to crack.

He got even angrier, but couldn't think of anything to say in rebuttal, so he changed the subject. "But you only scored this low out of 150. Don't some of you really intend to reflect on yourself? We took the same class, so why did others score over 90 or 100? You couldn't even get a fraction of their score. Don't you really want to look for the reason within yourself?"

As expected, no one said anything after he finished speaking, so he continued, "Those students who only scored 10 or 20 points, you should know that you have lowered the class average by your own efforts. Even if Jiang Ci ranked first in the grade, he still couldn't carry you. You know you're holding them back, but you still don't work hard?"

"Teacher, you can't get good grades just by working hard." As soon as Fan Zhengqing finished speaking, someone else mustered up the courage to express their opinion, "Who doesn't want to get good grades?"

"Yes, the problem is that I can't learn it."

"Ashu abused me a thousand times, but I treated him like my first love, teacher. It's not that I didn't try hard—"

"And Yu Xiang actually didn't hold us back at all. He was in the top ten in the class in both Chinese and geography..." A girl also spoke weakly.

Those who spoke first gave the rest of the people great courage, and soon different voices were heard from every corner of the classroom.

Fan Zhengqing didn't expect such a situation to happen. His face turned pale and blue, and he was speechless for a while.

"Teacher, I really don't know how to do this problem, and I don't have any idea. You should call another student." Although Yu Xiang was dissatisfied with Fan Zhengqing's PUA-like way of educating people, he knew very well that this teacher was usually very concerned about his reputation and was quite proud. If he was embarrassed today, it would not be good for their whole class.

So he hesitated for a while, and finally took the initiative to bring the subject back to the main topic.

"Alright, I won't force you if you don't know. I hope you can listen carefully in class from now on." Fan Zhengqing was no fool and immediately agreed with him, "But you have to find someone to teach for you."

Yu Xiang: “?” You still have to do this even after it’s come to this?

"Demon King Fan is so cruel. Couldn't he just pick someone at random and be done with it? Why did he have to ask Brother Yu to do something so offensive?" Zhang Miao couldn't help but complain to Fang Chengyu who was sitting next to him.

The biggest difference between students calling people by name and teachers calling people by name is that the former is likely to offend classmates, while the latter is no problem. After all, it is natural for teachers to ask students questions.

Therefore, students usually only dare to cheat acquaintances when asking others to help them.

"You'd better pray that Brother Yu doesn't wake us up." Fang Chengyu was almost frozen - because he didn't know the answer to that question either.

When it comes to the people Yu Xiang is most familiar with in this class, he and Zhang Miao are definitely the ones.

"No no no Lao Fang, you forgot there is another person."

"Who? Jiang Ci?" Fang Chengyu suddenly realized.

That's right! Yu Xiang and Jiang Ci's relationship isn't as tense as before. And even though the fifth question is a disaster for math novices like them, isn't it a piece of cake for Jiang Ci?

So the two idiots turned around and winked at Yu Xiang, suggesting that he should quickly call Jiang Ci to help out.

Perhaps it was because their expressions were too exaggerated and looked ferocious, Yu Xiang noticed it immediately, and the name that was about to come out of his mouth turned around and was swallowed back into his throat.

He observed for a moment without changing his expression, but still couldn't understand their intentions, and his expression became more and more confused.

"Student Xiao Yu, haven't you thought of who to ask to help you answer the question?" Just at this moment, Fan Zhengqing urged again.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Miao and the others exchanged glances even more earnestly.

Don’t call us both, Brother Yu!!! Call your deskmate!!!

However, the harder they tried, the more confused and bewildered Yu Xiang became. He frowned slightly and struggled internally for a while before saying with difficulty, "Then... let Fang Chengyu answer for me."

Fang Chengyu and Zhang Miao's pupils instantly trembled, and they could hardly believe their ears: "!"

Jiang Ci, who was already ready to help Yu Xiang, said: "?"

Fan Zhengqing thought Yu Xiang would definitely ask someone better at math to answer: "?"

It is not difficult to see that all three parties are quite shocked.

"Okay then, Xiaoyu, take a seat. Xiaofang, you answer the question." Fan Zhengqing was shocked but still respectful. "Don't tell the teacher you don't know either."

Fang Chengyu stood up tremblingly, and his lips trembled slightly after hearing the second half of the sentence. He kicked Zhang Miao's shoes with his toes calmly.

"Old Fang, it's no use kicking me. I can't do it either. Just try your best." Zhang Miao pressed the bridge of his nose with the joint of his index finger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Fang Chengyu: "..."

"Did I call the wrong person?" Yu Xiang, who had already sat down, looked at Fang Chengyu standing there motionless with a frown, and muttered in confusion.

"Why did you call him?" Jiang Ci took the opportunity to ask the doubts in his heart.

Yu Xiang answered without hesitation: "Because they kept winking at me just now, and they seemed to want to show off."

In the end, I really started crying, but I was unhappy.

"Are you sure they're trying to show off by winking at you?" Jiang Ci expressed his doubt.

"What else could it be?" Yu Xiang was a bit confused. "I was planning to call you at the time. Seeing how anxious they were, I thought they were asking me to give them this opportunity."

Jiang Ci: "..."

"Maybe the person who will be there is Sanshui, and I called the wrong person?" Yu Xiang touched his chin and analyzed thoughtfully.

"Maybe neither of them knows how to do it, and they are winking at you to tell you not to call them." Jiang Ci calmly stated another possibility.

"I thought they knew I definitely knew they wouldn't, so I definitely wouldn't tell them... Wait, this is a bit confusing, I'd better not say it." Yu Xiang's tongue was almost tied up after saying this, so he simply gave up, "Now that things have come to this, he can only rely on himself."

Jiang Ci didn't say anything else and looked ahead.

"Well, I don't know that either." Fang Chengyu held it in for a long time, and said to Fan Zhengqing with eight parts shyness and two parts guilt.

"You don't know either? Is this question that difficult? You don't have any idea at all?" Fan Zhengqing's brows were almost wrinkled into the shape of the character "川". "Then call another classmate."

Fang Chengyu was waiting for this sentence. He immediately looked around and began to look for candidates. Then he closed his eyes and made up his mind: "Lu Ziyang."

Fan Zhengqing also said: "Okay, then let's invite our classmate Xiao Lu again."

Lu Ziyang, who never dreamed that he could win the lottery, said: "???"

"Hahahaha——" the whole class burst into laughter again.

"Oh, no, I've already answered it." Lu Ziyang quickly lowered his crossed legs and pointed at his face in disbelief, "I just explained the first question."

"That's okay. It means you have the trust of your classmates, which is a good thing," Fan Zhengqing comforted him.

"The Chosen One—"

"Fuck you, Old Fang, you're such a jerk! I'll deal with you after class." Lu Ziyang cursed as he stood up, picked up his test paper, and began to organize his words while looking at the notes next to him. "This question..."

"This kid is quite capable. He really can do it." After Fang Chengyu sat down, Zhang Miao couldn't wait to move over. "I thought he was going to call someone else."

"He's definitely capable, a big shot with an 88-point score." Fang Chengyu said proudly, "I knew he would."

"Then why don't you call Jiang Ci, who scored 148? He must be a big shot."

"Do you think I'm familiar with him?"

"We've already eaten together, so we're not familiar with each other...?"

"Then Brother Yu is more familiar with him, but he didn't call him?"

"Then the question comes back to the starting point. Why did Brother Yu call you instead of him?" Zhang Miao asked seriously.

"Maybe Brother Yu trusts me more?"

"But I feel like he just misunderstood..."

"Huh? So you meant for me not to call you?" After class, Yu Xiang, who rarely did not fall asleep, was surprised when he learned Zhang Miao and the others' true intentions. "Shh, that guy actually guessed it right."

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