Su Ci looked at her expressionlessly, not knowing how this idiot became the class monitor.
I didn't say much until I saw a fool looking at his phone. I took a glance and shouted, "Put your phone away! Otherwise, I'll go collect its body."
The man shuddered with fear and quickly stuffed it into the drawer.
In Su Ci's mind, if you have poor grades, you are not worthy of playing with your mobile phone in class.
After a quiet study session, Su Ci felt much more satisfied and started to read the materials more seriously.
Later, during the break, Su Ci drank the brewed potion in one gulp as usual. Looking at everyone sitting in their seats, not daring to move, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
"What are you afraid of? Just study hard in class and I won't care about you after class." Su Ci felt that this was quite reasonable.
After hearing this, the whole class relaxed instantly. They had just watched for so long and were already exhausted.
After a ten-minute break, math class began. Su Ci was still curious to know how the teachers here taught, so he put away his tablet, leaned lazily on the chair, and listened to the elderly teacher on the podium.
The more he spoke, the darker Su Ci's face became. Looking at the students below who looked hopeless, and the math teacher who spoke very unfluent Mandarin and casually glossed over the important and difficult points, any ordinary person would be confused.
Suddenly, Su Ci slowly raised his hand.
"The girl in the second to last row who raised her hand, do you have any questions?" The math teacher said as he adjusted his reading glasses.
Seeing this, Su Ci lazily stood up and said, "Teacher, your explanation is a bit too unclear. Can you ask the students below if anyone understands?"
The whole class agreed with Su Ci's idea and nodded. Some of them echoed, "Yes, yes, teacher, I can't hear what you are talking about."
The teacher immediately became unhappy. These people had never caused so many problems before, and now they were picking on them?
Looking at Su Ci with a proud look on his face, the teacher just said, "Come on, come on, female student, you come." He wanted to see how capable she was.
Su Ci was speechless. He walked down and began to explain the key question types that the teacher had just easily touched upon, starting from the most basic analysis and then to the formulas. He explained one by one how many knowledge points were involved, which formulas were used, which page of the book they were on, how many simple algorithms there were for this question, and even the precise answer. Su Ci explained everything in detail and in an orderly manner.
Looking at the blackboard full of content written by Su Ci, with neat handwriting and standard Mandarin, the students below could see it clearly and wanted to learn more. Compared with that teacher's hypnosis class, Su Ci's was obviously more lively.
"Do you understand?" Su Ci threw down the chalk and asked.
If you don't know this, you might really have an intellectual disability.
"I understand, I understand." The people below responded to her and made OK gestures to her.
Su Ci wiped his fingers on the wet rag and then returned to his seat.
"Teacher, do you understand?" Su Ci also asked him. His method was only suitable for those with a good foundation. For those fools in Class 3 who knew nothing, he had to break it down carefully and explain it one by one.
The teacher blushed. He had never thought that all his years of teaching experience would be defeated by a student, a student from Class 3 at that. He was so embarrassed that he quickly said, "The following questions are almost the same. Everyone continue to do them."
As they spoke, everyone quickly started writing, wanting to strike while the iron was hot, and frantically borrowed the formulas Su Ci wrote on the blackboard. Some people would show off to others after solving the math problems they had worked so hard to solve. In fact, it was still very fulfilling.
Su Ci felt much more satisfied after seeing this, and collapsed on the table tiredly. Fortunately, his efforts were not in vain.
Seeing his silly little classmate working frantically on the test paper, Su Ci felt quite relieved.
Class 3 studied like this for the whole morning, and it was lunch time in the blink of an eye. An Ning gave her a meal card, saying that it was given to her by Teacher A Shuang. An Ning also specially topped up 500 yuan for her.
Su Ci thought that he didn't have 500 yuan in cash, so he said to her, "Give me the payment code and I'll transfer it to you."
An Ning smiled slyly at this time, and instead of giving the payment code, gave a friend code.
Su Ci scanned it and was speechless for a moment: "What I want is the payment code."
An Ning smiled: "Oh, we are classmates, just add each other as friends." This kind of opportunity is just right to add each other as friends, and it would be nice to discuss it later.
Su Ci had no choice but to send a friend verification, and then got An Ning's immediate consent.
Seeing that she agreed, Su Ci immediately transferred the money to her.
The two of them prepared their meal and sat in a relatively secluded place to eat, just because they didn't want to meet her sister Su Yue.
Su Yue was not there, but there were those two idiots from the senior year. Sure enough, An Ning invited those two to come and sit down.
Li Ye looked at Su Ci coldly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes and heart. It turned out that Su Ci looked really good in a school uniform.
Su Ci ate her meal in small bites, feeling that someone was staring at her from the opposite side, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
Finally, he couldn't help it and looked up: "Why are you staring at me?"
Li Ye coughed awkwardly for a moment and chuckled. He could say, "You're pretty."
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Su Ci rolled his eyes and continued eating. What a strange person, what's so good about him.
An Ning was halfway through her meal when she boasted in a very impolite manner, "You have no idea how amazing this Miss Su Ci is. Today, she even astounded our math teacher, whose Mandarin isn't very good. Her problem-solving skills... and, let me tell you, our Class 2 and 3 are about to be different. I..."
Before An Ning could finish, Su Ci wordlessly picked up an uneaten steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth. He stood up and said in a cold voice, "I'm full. Let's go."
An Ning felt aggrieved instantly and quickly took the steamed bun out of her mouth: "Hey wait for me, why are you walking so fast? I haven't eaten enough yet."
An Ning hurriedly caught up with Su Ci's meteor-like pace.
Only two idiots from high school were left messing around on the table. What was going on?! They stopped talking halfway?
"What do you think, Master Li? It seems like this girl is not interested in you?" Jiang Yifeng spoke again.
"You'll die if you keep quiet." Li Ye imitated Su Ci and stuffed the steamed bun in the bowl that he had taken a bite of into Jiang Yifeng's mouth. Damn it, he still didn't believe it.
Jiang Yifeng spat out the steamed bun he had gnawed on and shouted at Li Ye's back: "Li Ye, go to hell, you're stuffing your eaten bun into my mouth."
It's over, my innocence is gone, it was taken away by a man.
The figure in the distance seemed not to hear anything and walked forward without looking back.
Jiang Yifeng picked up his plate and hurried to follow.
No matter how many times Li Ye abuses him, he still treats Li Ye like his first love. Maybe these two could be a couple.
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