Mu Xiaocheng was quickly signing autographs for the boy.
Suddenly, Ji Huaishen paused, his gaze sweeping across the classroom.
Then, he parted his thin lips slightly and said, "I believe everyone has understood what I said before. There are still a few minutes left before get out of class ends. I would like to ask a student to briefly talk about the similarities and differences between microeconomics and macroeconomics, or to give a simple summary."
Upon hearing this, ninety percent of the students in the classroom lowered their heads.
This question isn't difficult; most people can answer some of it, but answering it completely is quite challenging.
So everyone was afraid that the teacher would pick them.
This is the norm in domestic classrooms.
Ji Huaishen's gaze swept across the classroom, then suddenly stopped on a certain spot: "The boy in the white shirt in the last row on the left."
Please answer this.
Hearing Ji Huaishen's voice, Mu Xiaocheng's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at the boy next to her.
Thankfully, it wasn't her.
The boy looked rather pale, as if he was about to cry.
He wasn't listening attentively at all.
Moreover, the book is still in Teacher Little Orange's hands!
Mu Xiaocheng quickly pushed the book towards him, and the boy immediately lowered his head and began to flip through the book.
The man on the podium said calmly, "It's not in the book."
Mu Xiaocheng lowered her head and secretly glanced at Ji Huaishen.
At this moment, Teacher Ji had a cold face and was looking at them with sharp eyes.
Did he see her?
Thinking of this, Mu Xiaocheng quickly lay down on the table and pretended to be dead.
The boy in the white shirt hesitated for a moment before stammering, "Microeconomics and macroeconomics study different things..."
The boy rattled off a few words, then blushed and said, "Teacher Ji, that's all I know."
Ji Huaishen's brows twitched, his expression turning stern: "Sit down. From now on, pay attention in class and don't let your mind wander."
When he said that, the boy's face turned even redder.
He nodded quickly, embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Teacher Ji, I was wrong."
He bowed twice before sitting down.
Mu Xiaocheng breathed a sigh of relief and was about to quietly get up and leave.
But then Ji Huaishen's deep, serious voice rang out: "The student next to the boy in the white shirt, you can add something."
boom!
Mu Xiaocheng's mind went completely blank!
Was Ji Huaishen talking about her?
Is it her?
She couldn't help but swallow, and the boy next to her was looking at her with a sympathetic expression.
Meanwhile, the other students in the classroom were turning to look at her.
Some sharp-eyed students recognized Mu Xiaocheng immediately.
"Huh? Isn't that Teacher Little Orange?"
"Yes, is she here to pick up Teacher Ji from get off work?"
"Oops! I've been force-fed dog food again!"
...
The students' noisy discussions filled the large classroom.
If there were a hole in the ground, Mu Xiaocheng would definitely crawl into it without hesitation.
How embarrassing!
She had never even heard of the question Ji Huaishen asked!
How could I possibly answer that?
Ji Huaishen must have done it on purpose!
Mu Xiaocheng moved her lips slightly, nervously fidgeting with her fingers: "Um, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Mr. Ji, a handsome and refined teacher on the podium.
"Excuse me, everyone, let me introduce you. This is my wife."
"I'll answer for her. Remember to pay attention in class from now on, Mrs. Ji."
He emphasized the words "Mrs. Ji" slightly, his voice gentle.
After speaking, Ji Huaishen gestured for her to sit down.
Then, calmly and composedly, he began the final explanation and summary.
The classroom erupted in commotion, but quickly fell silent again. Everyone began to listen attentively.
Mu Xiaocheng: "..."
wtf?
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