Lu Fang immediately gloated and said loudly, "Did you hear that the teacher asked you to stand in the back for punishment?"

This open class lasts for two hours in total, and it has only started for ten minutes now.

Being made to stand in front of all the sophomores, Ying Zijin was very embarrassed.

With her lowest level of study, what questions can she solve?

Still want to compete with Zhong Zhiwan?

It doesn’t matter whether you are qualified or not.

There were nearly a thousand students in the lecture theater, and the noise was getting louder and louder.

"Quiet!" The old professor slapped the table and became very angry. "This student, either you come up and write out this question, or you stand behind."

Several boys in the elite class who were close to Lu Fang all looked like they were watching a good show.

The ordinary classes and the key classes also joined in the fun and started shouting.

In full view of everyone, Ying Zijin stood up.

Xiu Yu wanted to hold her, but she raised her hand to stop him.

However, she was not heading towards the back of the classroom, but towards the blackboard.

"..."

The sound in the classroom stopped for a moment, and then erupted even louder.

Among them, many voices come from the elite class.

"No way, no way, how dare a scumbag to go to the blackboard and do questions?"

"Tsk, that's because in our class, the teachers didn't want to care about her when she was sleeping. No wonder she was kicked out of the elite class."

"I think Class 19 is quite suitable for her. Garbage meets garbage, a garbage dump."

Jiang Ran raised his head, picked up the chemistry book in his hand, and threw it directly at the student from the elite class who said this.

His eyes were a little red, and he sneered: "Shut your bitch."

Several students immediately fell silent.

No one can be provoked, but Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran has been restrained in school, but he is really a tyrant outside.

He has a very explosive temper, and the power behind him is mysterious, so most students are unwilling to confront him.

Especially since Jiang Ran is a black belt in Taekwondo. If he gets really angry, he will hit someone.

Zhong Zhiwan bit his lip, feeling terribly uncomfortable as he watched Jiang Ran vent his anger on Ying Zijin.

She didn't understand.

Ying Zijin has a face that doesn't matter what she wants. Why do people around her start to circle around Ying Zijin?

Xiu Yu held his forehead and was speechless: "What kind of luck does Ying have? There are so many people doing tricks, why are they just focusing on her?"

Next to him, there was another student who had fallen asleep and was snoring.

The old professor didn't even see it. Damn it.

"Sister Yu, don't you understand this?" The younger brother looked enigmatic, "It is written in the book that powerful people will always be remembered. Father Ying is so powerful, so she is the one who is remembered.

"

"What an awesome explanation." Xiu Yu gave a thumbs up, "The master is actually by my side."

Younger brother: "..."

He suspected that Sister Yu was mocking him, but he had no evidence.

**

In front of the blackboard.

Ying Zijin picked up a piece of chalk and took a step back.

A pair of phoenix eyes were half-squinted, looking at the questions written by the old professor on the blackboard.

This is a question on the principles of chemical reactions. It involves calculating the rate of chemical reactions, which is part of the fourth elective course in Chemistry.

But it is obvious that this question involves knowledge points of college chemistry and is far beyond the scope.

The old professor had retired from university, so the questions he asked were naturally more difficult.

Zhong Zhiwan was also reading the question, his brows furrowed slightly, but soon relaxed.

This question is very easy for students in the elite class, but it is impossible for Ying Zijin to solve it.

The elite class always produces separate papers and also expands university knowledge.

But Ying Zijin’s IQ was not high enough and he slept most of the time in class. What else did he listen to?

Thinking about this, Zhong Zhiwan finally let out the suffocated anger he had suffered from Mr. Zhong at the art festival a while ago.

One second, two seconds... five seconds passed, and Ying Zijin was still standing with the chalk in hand, making no movement.

Seeing this, Lu Fang sneered: "If you can't do it, you have to embarrass yourself in public. You are so thick-skinned."

Ying Zijin raised his hand and wrote a series of numbers on the blackboard.

3.479mol/(l·min)

After she finished writing, she put down the chalk and returned to her seat.

This answer made the discussion even louder.

"What the hell is this number? Make up an integer, right?"

"Goddess Zhong just wrote the formula, and she hasn't even done the math yet, but she can write out the answer now? She's so pretentious."

"This classmate got it right." The old professor pushed up his glasses, his voice became friendly, and he was very pleased. "But please note that it is best to write down the steps next time, otherwise other students will not be able to understand."

"..."

All the sarcastic laughter suddenly disappeared.

Lu Fang was even more stunned, in disbelief.

correct?!

Zhong Zhiwan was shocked, his fingers subconsciously clenched the draft paper, his lips pursed, and he was confused.

She indeed only wrote two formulas and didn't bring in the data, let alone calculate the answer.

This question is very complicated and will take at least five minutes to solve.

How come Ying Zijin wrote the answer in five seconds as soon as he came up?

Blind?

But it's too accurate.

"Please get up all the students who are sleeping, and we will continue the lecture." The old professor knocked on the table with a triangle, "You should learn more from this classmate, and do the questions faster, and don't take your time."

This sentence made the boys from the elite class who had ridiculed him the most before became irritated and lowered their heads.

But I still don’t quite agree.

"This question isn't difficult anyway. It's not like we can't do it, right?"

"She must be deceived. Who can calculate so quickly?"

"I happened to get it right, it's just good luck." A girl bumped Zhong Zhiwan's arm, "Isn't that right, Zhiwan?"

Zhong Zhiwan was absent-minded and just smiled faintly when he heard this: "No matter what, my cousin has made progress. Unlike before, she only fell asleep in class."

"Can this be called progress?" The girl was annoyed, "Is this what every student should do?"

"Don't say that." Zhong Zhiwan frowned, "My cousin falls asleep in class because she is not in good health."

The girl clicked her tongue and said nothing more.

The open class ended soon and all classes dispersed.

Ying Zijin stretched out slowly, and after getting ready, he went back to sleep for a self-study class to replenish his energy.

"Let's go, Dudu." Xiuyu patted the teacup pig's tail, "I've prepared some good corn kernels for you."

Everyone in Class 19 also followed back.

At this moment, Lu Fang ran over panting and stopped in front of the girl.

"Ying Zijin, don't leave. I have something to tell you." He spoke quickly, for fear of being rejected, "The midterm exam is at the end of April, and I want to make a bet with you."

"There are seven science subjects. You have to take the test papers for the elite class. If you pass one subject, I will eat shit live on the campus forum. How about that?"

Lu Fang didn't notice at all. After he said these words, all the students in Class 19 looked over.

The look in his eyes was no different from looking at a fool.

The younger brother hesitated for a moment: "Then what, you...are you mentally okay?"
To be continued...