I am weak and friendly

Chapter 437 Tang Yiping's Mathematical Analysis Homework
It's already 9 PM.

The last class of the evening was almost over.

Students who were studying in the library or study room gradually left and headed back to their dormitories.

Therefore, a person, a dog, and a wheelchair going against the flow of traffic are particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

Stokala carried Tang Yiping at breakneck speed, drawing stares from onlookers and occasionally eliciting screams at intersections.

On the way, he ran into two classmates who had attended the same large lecture and were slowly walking back to their dormitory. When they saw Tang Yiping, they were shocked and asked, "Pingzi, where are you going?"

"I forgot to hand in my calculus assignment!" Tang Yiping's voice came from afar, but he had already vanished without a trace.

"Huh?" the students exclaimed in surprise. "Then run faster!"

Tang Yiping could no longer hear it over there.

However, everyone on the street knew that someone had forgotten to hand in their math assignment.

They then began a lively discussion.

"Is this Donald Duck's math analysis class?"

"Yes!"

"I feel sorry for this guy. He's not just a little bit too late. I really don't know if he'll make it in time. What was he thinking all along?"

"It's a mathematical analysis assignment, so it can be forgiven if it's late."

"That's true..."

On the way, everyone was talking about it.

This made the journey back to the dormitory less boring.

And news from college students always travels very quickly.

Tang Yiping had just run around the corner when the news spread in the class group chat, accompanied by a video:
"Hirako forgot to hand in his calculus assignment! He's sprinting away, everyone cheer him on!"

Then, the group chat became lively:
Why would an eighteen-year-old boy run so fast? Is it for love, or for freedom? No, it's for counting points.

"What could drive a student in a wheelchair to recklessly walk against traffic? Is this a sign of moral decay or...?"

"Look what math has driven these children to! Please save them!"

"Judging from how Tang is riding the dog so fast, could he be the legendary dog ​​driver?"

"I'm jealous of your talent. Take back the 'dog driver' thing, let me say it!"

"His talent is terrifyingly monstrous!"

"@Hirako, I just got back from my math analysis teacher's. She's already packing up to leave! Hirako, hurry! Hurry up!"

"Quick, quick, help Hirako hold her off!"

"Ask her a question!"

"Bring out all your hidden secrets! On behalf of Pingzi and his dog, I thank your ancestors for eight generations!"

"Hirako's life depends entirely on you!"

"For Pingzi's life, I'm going all out today! Everyone wait for me, I'm going back now to fight Professor Tang for three hundred rounds!"

The previously quiet class group chat suddenly became lively.

People expressed their concern for Tang Yiping and their admiration for the dog driver using various abstract or overly abstract language.

Amidst these blessings, Tang Yiping arrived at the mathematics department's office building.

Actually, this wasn't the first time Tang Yiping had come here to hand in his homework. This mathematical analysis professor, known as "Master Tang the Extinction" or "Donald Duck," had been teaching Tang Yiping and his classmates for a whole academic year.

Tang Yiping's "Mathematical Analysis III" is considered quite difficult even within the university curriculum. It consists of three volumes, and very few non-mathematics majors study "Mathematical Analysis" in such depth. This is because the internet industry is so competitive that everyone is coming up with all sorts of tricks to improve students' competitiveness.

Professor Tang's office is actually on the second floor, but for a wheelchair patient, climbing stairs is an impractical option.

Tang Yiping pressed the elevator button. While waiting for the elevator, he glanced at his phone and was deeply amazed by the dog driver, and then moved by the deep friendship among his classmates.

I can't believe I have such a thoughtful classmate?
This life has been worth it!
As a result, when the elevator doors opened, Tang Yiping saw the classmate who had just said he wanted to have a three-hundred-round battle with Professor Tang.

"I'm sorry... Hirako, I lost..."

Tang Yiping: "???"

So, your 300 rounds were way too fast. But he could understand; trying to fight a math analysis professor for 300 rounds was no easy feat.
Moreover, they were just sophomores.

"Teacher Tang said the question I asked was really stupid, and I must not have been paying attention in class, so she will make me hand in my homework again next time, otherwise she will deduct two points from my participation score." The student said with a long face.

"Ah?!" Tang Yiping immediately felt extremely guilty.

This student has really sacrificed too much for himself.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

"Don't worry about me, there's still time. She's probably locking the door, but good luck to you, she's in a really bad mood right now..."

The student, who had planned to fight for three hundred rounds but was defeated in one move, left sobbing.

When Tang Yiping arrived on the second floor, he saw that the bespectacled female professor in her fifties had already locked her office door, slung her bag over her shoulder, and was preparing to leave.

"Teacher Tang, Teacher Tang!" Tang Yiping called out to her quickly.

"Why are you only arriving now?" Teacher Tang stared at Tang Yiping for a while and said, "If I remember correctly, I meant before evening, not before the end of the last class in the evening."

Most college students spend their evenings studying or taking various elective courses; important major courses like Mathematical Analysis are rarely scheduled for the evenings.

However, sometimes, Q&A sessions are arranged in the evening.

After saying that, she raised her wrist to look at her watch: "Besides, the last class has already ended."

"I'm sorry, Mathematical Analysis III is really too difficult. It took me a lot of effort to solve this problem." Tang Yiping obediently admitted his mistake.

Who can he blame?
He was just too stupid. It took him so long to learn, and after he learned it, he became so complacent that he forgot about time. Otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a critical situation and only just arrived now.

More importantly, he has already completed a summer internship and has a basic understanding of the concept of "working hours." It is indeed very inappropriate to disturb people outside of working hours.

Seeing him panting heavily in his wheelchair, Professor Tang's expression softened slightly, but he still said, "I've accepted the assignment, but you handed it in too late, so I'm afraid I can't give you your two points for participation."

Professor Tang, the ruthless and cold-blooded Abbess, is no joke.

That's truly heartless.

As he spoke, Professor Tang reached out his hand.

“Uh…” Tang Yiping suddenly realized that he hadn’t actually done the homework in a real sense.

he……

I simply jotted down my understanding on paper.

Then I rushed over.

But I can't exactly tell Professor Tang now, "Please wait a moment, I'll do it again."

"Ah...uh...here."

Tang Yiping handed over the paper.

There was no other way but to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

Whether it was lucky or unlucky, Teacher Tang didn't even look at it, took it, waved her hand, and turned to leave.

Tang Yiping wanted to explain, but...

It also feels a bit hard to explain.

He looked at Teacher Tang's back, then at Stoka.

"Stoka, my life might be over."

He said.

Stoka: "Huh?"

Professor Tang went down the stairs and, under the dim streetlights in the stairwell, glanced down at the paper in his hand.

I almost slipped and fell down the stairs.

She didn't even have time to rub her ankle before she braced herself against the wall, staring intently at the piece of paper in her hand.

After a long while, she turned and ran upstairs to the second floor, trying to find the person who had just handed in the homework, but the person and the dog had already disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)