These students should know their limits when watching the fun. What's the point of dragging her into this? Jiang Zhiyu gave a vicious look at Liu Chacha, who was leading the commotion.
No matter how unwilling I am, how can it compare to being the perennial runner-up? !
She used the tricks that Shen Xingyi hated the most, lowered her head, and looked aggrieved.
Shen Yuexi, who was standing by, saw this and couldn't bear it, "Brother, I don't think Zhiyu was contradicting you on purpose. It's better not to have such a huge competition with such a huge difference in strength."
"There's a huge gap in strength?" Shen Xing couldn't help but ask, his long nails showing a hint of abstinence. "How do you know there's a huge gap in strength between us?"
Since their names are both Jiang Zhiyu, he really wants to know whether all people named Jiang Zhiyu are top students.
He once gave a question in the Young Eagle Entrance Examination that had stumped him and all the teachers and students in the school when he was young, and Jiang Zhiyu casually said that he had solved it, which caused a sensation in the whole school.
The result was unexpected. Although the format of the questions had changed, the essence of them had not. Only a handful of people in Beijing could answer them.
So even though he had graduated for so long, he still felt bad about this matter. Today, Jiang Zhiyu seemed to have rekindled his hope. For a moment, he thought that the "Sister Yu" of his era was not dead.
Jiang Zhiyu couldn't accept the challenge. She curled up on the table, not wanting to take any part, and shook her head desperately.
"Student Jiang, don't be shy! Let us open our eyes!"
"Yes, we just want to know how broad-minded Huaqing University teachers are in solving problems."
The classmates started a new round of bombardment, and they all colluded with each other and vowed to let the two of them compete.
Shen Xingyi knocked on the blackboard and raised his chalk, as if he also wanted to compete with Jiang Zhiyu, who had the same name as him, for first or second place. "Come on, classmate Jiang."
What is the perennial No. 2 up to again? Jiang Zhiyu is helpless. He has to compare himself with her. After all, he is a teacher, but he is so petty. Moreover, she has shown weakness. Has he changed over the years?
At the urging of the crowd, Jiang Zhiyu stood up. Could it be that he couldn't defeat his former self so he wanted to meet this person with the same name as him in order to feel superior?
In this case, she would definitely torture Shen Xingyi so much that he would slap her in the face.
"Come on, Mr. Shen, don't regret it."
Jiang Zhiyu took the chalk and smiled indifferently, "Tell me, how do we compare?"
Zhang Chacha raised his hand and raised the frame of his glasses that looked like he was quite educated. "Find the question bank and do the last question. There are three questions. The person who finishes first and gets them correct wins."
Shen Xingyi put his hands in his pockets. "I think Zhang's suggestion is very good. What do you think, Jiang?"
Shen Yuexi could only sit there anxiously, she knew her brother very well and it could be said that over the years her brother had never been so proactive in flirting with others.
But my brother seemed to treat people named Jiang Zhiyu differently, especially the sister who called her Jiang Zhiyu that year.
After all, everyone wants to save face, let alone comparing a high school student with a teacher from a prestigious school.
"I think it's okay. Teacher Shen, don't cry if you lose." Jiang Zhiyu remembered that she had compared herself with Shen Xingyi before, but she was never as good as herself. She could only hide in the basketball court and cry secretly. When the teacher asked her to go find him, she pretended to be strong.
"Then let's get started."
The students searched for extremely difficult questions on the Internet and projected them on the big screen in an orderly manner. They are all good students and know what particularly difficult questions are.
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