Qing Chen looked at the servants circling around him and confirmed seriously, "So it's one-on-one, right?"
The servants were stunned for a moment before responding earnestly, "Yes, it's one-on-one, please don't worry."
"That's good," Qing Chen sighed with relief.
The servants were stunned again. They looked at each other. From what Qing Chen said, as long as it was one-on-one, there seemed to be no problem?
Inside ZhiXin Courtyard, in the square and upright main room, a teacher was giving a mathematics lesson.
While the class was in session, a series of screams and wails suddenly erupted from outside the courtyard, wave after wave.
Some students turned their heads to look outside through the main room's door, curious about what was happening.
But the moment one turned their head, the teacher casually broke a piece of chalk and hurled it accurately at the student's head, without pausing the lecture: "Odd numbers remain unchanged, the sign depends on the quadrant..."
