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Chapter 33 Shao Zhouci: You are annoying

Li Yinxiang, noticing this, sneered in a gloating manner. Not only did she laugh at herself, she also pulled her deskmate, Zhao Zixia, to join in the quiet laughter.

You're trying to please someone without even asking if they're willing. That's embarrassing, right?

Although she didn't dare to provoke Tang Wan again after what happened in the bathroom yesterday, it didn't stop her from laughing at her and secretly saying bad things about her behind her back.

Tang Wan's gaze followed Shao Zhouci's figure.

There were many people in the class, and all the students were gossipers. In this situation, she couldn't ask him directly what was wrong. She just thought that he didn't sleep well last night, had no energy, and didn't want to pay attention to anyone.

Or maybe she did something to upset him...

After handing in her homework, Tang Wan quietly returned to her seat and reflected silently.

At noon, she asked Shao Zhouci to have lunch together, but he refused. Tang Wan had no choice but to follow him to the school cafeteria.

He ordered a small bowl of wontons.

Tang Wan also ordered a bowl.

While waiting for the wontons to be cooked, he kept looking at the window and didn't even look at her. When the chef finished making the wontons, he picked up the bowl and turned to leave.

Tang Wan followed closely behind.

Sitting opposite him, she looked at him and asked softly, "Shao Zhouci, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." He looked up, his eyes were extremely cold, colder than ever before, and his words were very hurtful. "I just think you're annoying."

Tang Wan was stunned.

"I……"

He picked up his bowl and stood up, interrupting her. She stared at him blankly as he went to another table.

Tang Wan held her forehead in distress, feeling very confused.

During the afternoon class, Tang Wan was absentmindedly turning her pen slowly and staring at the blackboard in a daze.

The math teacher was explaining a test paper on the stage, but the students were all listless and drowsy. The teacher's voice echoed in the classroom, but no one echoed him. The teacher slapped the blackboard in frustration, "Look here, look here! Pay attention!"

"Okay, just now we talked about the problem of differentiating the inverse function. Now I'm going to give you two questions of the same type. Please come up and do them to see if you have mastered them." Before giving the questions, he cunningly erased the previous solution steps. When they heard that they were going to go up to the stage to do the questions, the classroom finally moved.

A group of poor students started to panic and began to ask their classmates and the students in front and behind them for help when the teacher turned around to write the questions on the blackboard.

"Oh my god, what question did the teacher just talk about?"

"Ah, how do you find the derivative? What's the formula?"

"Classmate, please lend me the test paper! I'm dying! I didn't take any notes!"

Gu Jiajia was also very panicked.

Oh my god, this familiar feeling of fear dominated by mathematics. Going up to the stage to do the problem and not being able to solve it is so embarrassing.

She glanced at her classmate who was sitting still like a mountain. She saw that she was holding a red pen, but there were only black words on the test paper, no red correction marks. She thought that she was not paying attention to the class either, so she whispered to her, "Come back to your senses, come back to your senses."

Logan blinked slowly, "Yeah."

On the stage, the math teacher had already given the problem. He then leaned his hands against the podium and looked at the class, giving them three minutes to solve the problem on scratch paper. When the time was up, he slowly pulled out the class roster and randomly selected two names based on his liking.

"Zhao Zixia."

"Gu Jiajia."

The two girls' faces turned pale in an instant.

The other students escaped and breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Jiajia looked at the messy steps to solve the problem on the draft paper, feeling like crying but unable to cry.

Tang Wan glanced at her, then tore off her own draft paper and quietly handed it to her when she stood up, whispering, "Answer."

Gu Jiajia was skeptical.

I looked down and saw that the handwriting on the draft paper was neat and beautiful, and the steps to solve the problem seemed to be well-reasoned...

In short, it looks more reliable than what I wrote myself.

(End of this chapter)