Plane: Blue Star
Date: June 3, 2120
Location: China, Beijing, No. 1 Middle School.
Senior Division, Class 3A.
On the podium, a beautiful math teacher is teaching the last math class of the semester.
In a few days, the national exam will be held, the most important exam ever for the entire nation of China.
It may also be one of the best opportunities for all those trapped in the "lower cage" to break free and climb upwards.
Everyone was taking this last lesson seriously.
However, in the back row by the window, a teenager looked drowsy.
No matter how passionately the instructors spoke, they couldn't stop him from falling asleep.
"Students, this is the last class. You will be going home this afternoon."
"You call it relaxing before the big exam, but you all know that only a fool would relax like that!"
"Opportunity only favors the prepared mind. Only by working tirelessly can you create a new world for yourselves!"
As he spoke, he pointed to a problem written on the blackboard:
"There are ten minutes left in get out of class. You have ten minutes to think about what to do."
The students below the stage were speechless. Were they kidding? It sounded like they were going to go overtime again.
It's an analytic geometry problem. These kinds of problems are usually the most challenging ones, and they're quite difficult. Very few people can solve them.
Several minutes passed, and no one spoke.
"Ding-dong—"
A cell phone suddenly rang, drawing the attention of the entire quiet class.
The boy in the back row by the window swayed and was also startled awake.
He glanced around, then at his advisor, and said casually:
"I'm sorry, Professor."
The math tutor in front of me had a livid face and didn't say a word.
She was very impressed with this student.
His academic performance is quite good, but his cell phone rings every day during class.
The number of mobile phones he confiscated alone is more than 50.
But this guy seems to be incredibly rich.
No matter how many you confiscate, he can always pull out another one.
And they're all new phones from big brands.
They might even have one in the morning, one at noon, and one in the afternoon.
It makes one wonder if his family sells mobile phones.
Even if your family sells iPhones, you can't just squander them like that. Doesn't your family care about you?
Another thing is that he always chooses to go to the toilet during class, which always feels like he's doing it on purpose.
The boy's name was Fengling, the kind of wind chime that costs fifteen yuan a string, the kind that jingles when a gust of wind blows.
She has a delicate and pretty face, with bright, almond-shaped eyes that give her a harmless appearance.
If you look closely at his face, you will find that it is remarkably symmetrical, almost perfectly symmetrical.
But it's all for naught; I don't have a girlfriend.
"Ding-dong—"
His cell phone rang again in his pocket, and the instructor in front of him said with displeasure:
"Aren't you going to turn it off? Why don't you go out and do your thing?"
It was the last class, and confiscating her phone was really unnecessary, so she was very angry.
The wind chime apologized again and turned off the sound.
But instead of putting it down immediately, he opened the chat interface.
A message came from someone whose contact name was labeled "mentally ill":
Get out here. You have five minutes. Third floor, women's restroom.
...
You have 4 minutes left.
Upon seeing this message, he narrowed his eyes slightly and replied:
"get out of class will end in a few minutes, wait a minute."
At this moment, the instructor in front was saying somewhat angrily:
"Several minutes have passed, and still no one has figured it out! I'm so frustrated! How have I been teaching you all? Not a single student in all those classes can do this?! You still want to go home like this?! I'm really disgusted!"
At this moment, the wind chime's mobile phone received another message:
You have three minutes left.
Why...
Fengling frowned slightly, gritted her teeth, looked up, and slowly raised her hand.
The female instructor in front raised an eyebrow:
"You can?"
The whole class looked at the wind chime again. They were all surprised. This question was so difficult, how did he figure it out so quickly?
Feng Ling said somewhat awkwardly:
"No, I need to use the restroom."
Everyone: ? ? ?
"Pfft... Haha..."
"Hahaha!"
"I knew it! He goes to the bathroom every day during class... haha."
The whole class burst into laughter, showing no mercy.
The instructor in front of me was furious when he heard what Fengling said!
"There are only a few minutes left before get out of class ends, and you're telling me you need to go to the bathroom? Are you doing this on purpose?"
"And you guys! What are you laughing at! You've figured it out? How are you any better than him?! A bunch of stinking flies laughing at a dung beetle!"
His loud shout startled the whole class into silence once again.
"Why..."
He sighed and picked up the schoolbag that was next to his seat.
He stood up under the astonished gazes of the crowd.
His classmates all looked on with expressions of anticipation, and some were also a little surprised.
This wind chime is usually so limp, why is it so lively today?
The tutor glared at him and asked, "What are you trying to do?"
Is this a rebellion?
I glanced at his backpack; there were hardly any books inside.
I couldn't help but say:
"Look at your attitude! You go to school with a backpack that's barely filled with books, trying to put on a show, huh? Who are you trying to fool? You're even fooling yourself!"
You could tell she was really angry; she didn't hold back her words at all.
Feng Ling didn't speak, her face expressionless, and continued walking forward.
Surprisingly, instead of walking around the podium to leave, he picked up the chalk from the podium.
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