As soon as Lin Huayu said this, the class fell silent for a moment, then a group of students burst into laughter.
"Miss Lin, how did you come up with such a precise number?" a female student asked with a laugh.
"Haven't you realized the pattern of college mathematics after these few days? Although the problems are difficult, the answers are typically simple. They're never that complicated."
"Yeah, and there's even a decimal point, you're way too skilled."
"How on earth did you get that number?"
The laughter continued, but nobody noticed that the Old Scholar sitting at the front had frozen.
"Teacher, I think the answer to this question should be two," the top student said. He had been working on the problem, and now he had a rough answer.
The Old Scholar came back to his senses, scratched his head, and said, "Two as an answer would earn you half the marks."
