In class.
The students were in high spirits!
"Me!"
"I have a question!"
"It's my turn!"
"Teacher Zhang Ye, here, here!"
It was time for the third question, and there were only three questions left. The chance to ask was decreasing, so no one wanted to ask something trivial. This was Peking University, and they were students of Peking University. They had some pride in them, and did not want to be belittled by Zhang Ye. According to their own practices, not the school's, they had to slightly deliberately make things difficult for their teachers. They also wanted to see if this legendary new teacher really had the ability. They wanted to know if the internet and television had been exaggerated in boasting about his prowess.
A few third-year students raised their hands high up!
Zhang Ye scanned downwards and pointed at someone, "Let's have this student."
The Junior-year student, with a mustache on both sides of his mouth, chuckled while standing up.
