The first class in the morning, English.
Near the end of the class, Qianbao wandered around the classroom with a textbook, finally completing a circle. She stopped by the second row of the third large group near the podium.
She looked down, with an expression that said "Can you do it or what, little punk," staring at someone.
Jiang Nian looked up, "Huh?"
If it were an ordinary teacher, they might have asked Jiang Nian to stand. Maybe even let him voluntarily share what homework he was doing during the class.
Qianbao had already given up, thinking that Jiang Nian was kind of weak. He spent the first twenty minutes on a math problem, and twenty minutes later he was still on the same problem.
Is math really that hard, can you do it?
She stood there staring for a while, initially hoping to glance and see the answer to show off. A quick look revealed a page full of dense symbols, more complex than English math problems.
Never mind, slipping away.
