The action of turning the pages paused, and he looked up at Zhang Zhongxing, who was writing questions on the whiteboard, with a complex expression in his starry eyes. 'What's going on? Could it be that he, like me, has been reborn?'
[No,] 007 denied, [although his spiritual power is similar, 007 is sure that he is not from the same place as the host. His spiritual power is currently equivalent to the initial stage, and it is likely that his spiritual power was simply higher than that of an ordinary person.]
There was one thing 007 didn't tell Bi Xia, and that was that it always felt a sense of familiarity with this spiritual power, although it couldn't quite remember from where.
'There is always someone better, a mountain beyond a mountain,' Bi Xia met Zhang Zhongxing's gaze, lifted his chin slightly, and said to 007, 'So we cannot slack off.'
007 nodded, [The host is right, we cannot slack off. We must become the strongest god! Come on, let's go!!!]
Well, now Bi Xia no longer had the energy to correct 007 about the fact that she was a girl.
Retracting his gaze, Zhang Zhongxing tapped the whiteboard with a pointer, "This question is beyond the syllabus, but the knowledge points used are all from what we've learned in the second semester of sophomore year. Give it a try."
"Ah, it's so difficult..." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novèlfire.net
"There are so many knowledge points, how could we possibly think it through?"
For a moment, the classroom was filled with groans. Zhang Zhongxing adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses and said indifferently, "This question is not an issue for Class A."
With that one statement, everyone fell silent, burying their heads in an attempt to work out the problem, as no one wanted their teacher to think that their class was inferior to others.
Bi Xia leisurely pulled out a notebook from the desk and then took out a pen, lightly playing with it. Swiftly, she drew a diagram in the notebook, then put the pen down.
"Bi Xia, come to the board."
As soon as the name 'Bi Xia' was called, almost everyone simultaneously looked towards Bi Xia, who was sitting in the last row. Some looks were expectant, some mocking, and some indifferent; the gazes varied.
But Bi Xia sensed that no matter what kind of gaze it was, there was a certain gravity mixed within.
Bi Xia raised an eyebrow slightly, nonchalantly took off her headphones, then stood up and walked towards the podium. Zhang Zhongxing calmly pulled out a marker and handed it to her.
Raising her hand slowly towards the marker Zhang Zhongxing was holding out, just as he released it, she turned and picked up another marker from the podium, while using her other hand to catch the falling marker from below.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth as she politely handed the fallen marker back to Zhang Zhongxing and said, "Sorry, I prefer this one." Saying this, she raised the marker in her other hand.
Seeing this, Zhang Zhongxing smiled, took the marker, stepped back, and made a gesture for her to proceed, then turned and walked off the podium, standing in the front row watching Bi Xia.
The marker spun elegantly between her slender fingers, drawing one beautiful arc after another, but she just wouldn't write anything on the whiteboard.
For a long time, under the expectant and conflicted gazes of all her classmates, Zhang Zhongxing spoke, "You are the most capable one."
With a slight curl of her lips and a hint of mystery in her starry eyes, she turned sideways and wrote the word 'solution' on the whiteboard. Then, with a flourish, she wrote a characteristically bold yet steady answer, whether it be a punctuation mark, a letter, or a formula, everything exuded the domineering and unyielding arrogance that was Bi Xia.
Just like her personality, enigmatic, unfathomable, mysterious, yet constantly drawing people's attention.
When the youth placed the marker on the podium, the faint smile on her exquisitely beautiful face remained as she stared unblinkingly at Zhang Zhongxing.
At this moment, whether it was Zhang Zhongxing or everyone from Class H, fell silent. In fact, the classmates of Class H held their breath and watched Zhang Zhongxing with tense expressions.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhang Zhongxing looked around the room and suddenly realized that, among the whole class, Bi Xia was the only one with an unperturbed demeanor, as if everything happening now had nothing to do with her.
With a low chuckle, he stepped back up to the podium, uncapped the marker, and placed a big checkmark on her bold handwriting.
He slowly turned around, exhaled deeply, and his powerful voice resonated in the classroom, "I have two things to say."