The tremendous pressure almost made Phoebe unable to breathe.
Flustered, she said angrily, "Do my problem-solving ideas have anything to do with this competition? And why did you only ask me?!"
Claire raised her eyebrows and smiled contemptuously under the mask. "Yes, it does because this is an additional test. Besides, who said I would only ask you?"
Her gaze swept across the classroom, and she slowly said, "Everyone, tell me about your ideas behind solving the math problem."
With that, looking at Phoebe again, Claire tilted her head. "If you don't want to be the first one, we can do it by following the order of the examinees' numbers."
Phoebe froze as if being struck by lightning.
She had thought that with the stolen answer, she would definitely win the preliminary round.
She had never expected… something like this would happen!
It wouldn't be difficult for the students to tell their own problem-solving thinking.
