Lu Fang immediately felt gleeful and said loudly, "Did you hear that? The teacher asked you to stand at the back as punishment."
This public class was two hours long, and only a few minutes had passed.
Standing as punishment, especially in front of the entire second year of high school, Ying Zijin was now utterly humiliated.
With her bottom-of-the-barrel academic performance, what question could she possibly answer?
Trying to compete with Zhong Zhiwan?
She should look at herself and see if she's qualified first.
In the stepped classroom, with nearly a thousand students, the noise level was growing.
"Quiet!" The old professor slammed his hand on the desk, visibly angry, "This student, either come up here and write out the answer to this problem, or stand at the back."
A few boys from the Elite Class who were close with Lu Fang watched with anticipation of the drama.
Students from the regular and key classes also joined in the commotion, cheering and shouting.
