Upon hearing Ruan Qing'an's laughter, Tang Siya's smile froze for a moment, but she still maintained her composure: "Do you have a question, Ruan?"
"It's nothing, I just don't know what Miss Tang learned at the academic exchange meeting. The solution was rather... well, clumsy."
As Ruan Qing'an spoke, he turned to look at the old professor beside him: "Professor, I think this problem can be solved using Maxwell's velocity distribution law, which should make it simpler."
"...Okay, sure."
The old professor nodded.
Standing next to him, Tang Siya was taken aback. After learning that Li Ming was paying more attention to Ruan Qing'an, she had looked into Ruan Qing'an and found that he was completely ignorant and incompetent. He was a pure slacker in college and it was rare for him to attend classes.
How could someone like that possibly know any formulas?
But before Tang Siya could react, Ruan Qing'an had already walked past her, picked up a piece of chalk, and slowly started writing.
Almost the entire class held their breath and watched her, while Tang Siya stood calmly to the side with her arms crossed, coldly watching Ruan Qing'an write on the blackboard.
But as Ruan Qing'an wrote more and more, Tang Siya's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. She could understand it, of course, but it was precisely because she could understand it that she was even more surprised.
How could Nguyen Thanh An possibly do that?
The old professor standing to the side seemed somewhat pleased: "I thought you never paid attention in class, Ruan Qing'an. It seems you did put in the effort after class. Very good, very good."
"Tang Siya's solution is good, but it's too complicated. Students shouldn't learn it."
As the old professor spoke, he opened his book, preparing to continue explaining the formulas. Ruan Qing'an nodded slightly and politely prepared to return to his seat, but Tang Siya was somewhat persistent.
At the academy, the old professor had always been good-tempered, and Tang Siya was not afraid of what he might say. She took the initiative and said, "Professor, since you think my solution is complicated, I can try a different one."
"But, Tang Siya—"
"I've returned from my exchange program and I hope the teacher can check my progress. I might be a little impatient, I apologize, teacher."
Tang Siya apologized verbally, maintaining the demeanor of a wealthy young lady, but deep down she exuded an air of superiority, just as nobles never consider the feelings of commoners.
The old professor was displeased with her behavior of disrupting the teaching plan, but his scholarly manners prevented him from saying anything harsh. Seeing this, Ruan Qing'an's expression darkened completely.
Just then, a large hand suddenly pressed on the back of Ruan Qing'an's head. Before she could react, Song Xijun had already walked over and said, "Go back, Ruan Ruan, I'll take care of you."
"Are you sure you can handle this, Wood?"
“...Speak properly.”
Song Xijun pressed his temples, nudged Ruan Qing'an helplessly, and when he turned his head again, the smile on his face was gone, and he returned to his gloomy appearance, lightly tossing his hair.
Tang Siya had heard of Song Xijun's name before, but had never met him directly, so she asked, "Is there something you need, Song?"
"It's nothing. What solution are you thinking of?"
"yes--"
Before Tang Siya could finish speaking, Song Xijun had already put pen to paper and succinctly wrote down the key step: "This kind?"
"Still this kind?"
"Or rather, is it this kind?"
There was no need for Tang Siya to speak anymore. Song Xijun continued writing on his own, and in just a few minutes, he succinctly wrote down the formulas and ideas for several methods before putting down the chalk.
He turned around, his dark eyes looking at Tang Siya: "Or do you have another method?"
"you……"
Tang Siya's face darkened. She looked down at her phone and scrolled through the records. The records contained the methods presented at the academic exchange meeting, but now all of them had been written down by Song Xijun, and there were even extras.
This person is a monster...
Tang Siya's face turned pale.
Song Xijun merely glanced at her coldly, as if mocking her. Tang Siya was speechless, feeling utterly embarrassed.
At this moment, Song Xijun bowed slightly to the old professor.
“Teacher, please continue the lesson. I’m sorry to trouble you. I don’t think you want to see a student who is complacent and boastful just because he has some knowledge.”
"I'm sorry, I've been showing off my limited skills in front of you."
After Song Xijun finished speaking, he straightened up and brushed past Tang Siya, seeing the old professor's gratified smile.
Just as Tang Siya's smile was about to crumble, she heard Song Xijun's casual remark: "Unfortunately, you've run into my specialty."
Upon hearing this, her expression turned even more unpleasant.
Just as the old professor was about to speak to her, Tang Siya quickly bowed and said, "Excuse me, professor, I have another project to work on, so I'll have to ask for leave now!"
Before the old professor could react, Tang Siya had already run out of the classroom. When she turned her back to him, her face was ashen.
After Song Xijun sat back down next to Ruan Qing'an, Ruan Qing'an was lying on the table, trying hard to suppress her laughter. When she looked up at Song Xijun, her leaden gray eyes were full of watery smiles.
"I'm dying of laughter, her face turned green!"
"Showing off in front of me... Ha, never mind."
Song Xijun didn't finish his sentence; he just chuckled lightly, with an ambiguous sarcasm in his voice. But Song Xijun, who had consistently held the top spot, certainly had the right to say those words.
As Ruan Qing'an laughed, Song Xijun simply leaned back in her chair, tugging at her hair: "I had no idea you knew so much."
There's a lot you don't know.
Ruan Qingan shrugged, smiled with her eyes slightly narrowed, and drawled, "I want to participate in the tIP school preliminary selection as well."
Upon hearing this, Song Xijun was finally stunned.
...
Meanwhile, Tang Siya, who had run out, had arrived at the student council office. Li Ming, who was seriously injured, looked miserable but was still able to attend class. He was in the office changing his dressings.
Seeing Tang Siya walk in with a displeased expression, he casually asked, "Siya, what happened? You look so pale."
What's going on between Ruan Qingan and Song Xijun?
"...Those two, Song Xijun is crazy, as for Ruan Qing'an, never mind, Siya, don't do anything else."
Leon Lai was genuinely afraid of Nguyen Thanh An's madness.
But Tang Siya interpreted these words completely differently. Was Li Ming warning her not to lay a hand on Ruan Qing'an? That was utterly absurd...
Tang Siya's mood worsened. She simply sat down and flipped through her research papers, casually asking, "Did you finish the project I asked you to help with last time?"
"That research topic?"
Li Ming thought for a moment and said, "I've looked at it. No way. In the entire college, probably only that beast Song Xijun would do it. Otherwise, why would I be blocking him so much if you were the top candidate in the school's preliminary selection?"
"He's definitely got some skills..."
Tang Siya pondered, glancing at Li Ming's expression, and her mind began to race—although she had been humiliated in public by Song Xijun today, resources should still be utilized.
Although Li Ming comes from a good family, he is not as smart as Song Xijun. Perhaps... it's just a man, and it's not a big deal.
Tang Siya's smile deepened, and she stood up abruptly.
"Siya, where are you going?"
"I know what to do when I'm stuck on a problem in the research."
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