Chapter 10： Face slap

All the dozens of classmates in the classroom looked at her in an instant, except for Ran Jiani, who was sitting in the front row, showing concern.

Others are either indifferent and irrelevant, or gloating with a little bit of malice.

Qi Anran's grades were a drag even in their class, especially in mathematics, which he never passed.

At this moment, what is on the blackboard is a function question to find the maximum value and minimum value. Such a question is used as a fatal problem in the back of the test paper to pull the scores of top students.

The top students of those years are not necessarily able to do well, let alone Qi Anran's poorest students.

Qi Anran glanced roughly at the question on the blackboard, and the answer to this question had spontaneously emerged in his mind.

But in the eyes of other people, she just couldn't do it at all, and she was so frightened that she was at a loss.

The math teacher thought so too, snorted coldly, and mocked: "You people, it's just that the mud can't support the wall! Look at the students in the school next door, you can learn from others, and you can be their teacher. It’s almost enough to repeat the question at most."

When the math teacher said this, he pointed directly at the students in the classroom, and blurted out, "Look at you again. If you change the same topic a little bit, you will forget everything. It's all pig brains. I'm here. Have you worked so hard to tell you so much? Isn’t one score lower than one after the test? I don’t think you should stay in this classroom. Just stay at home, just like those little **** who absent from class all day, don’t It is a shame to come to the school and waste the teaching resources of the school. Even if you are admitted to the university, you will surely be no better than those hooligans in the future. It is all social rubbish, assholes!"

The faces of the students in the classroom were blue, but they really couldn't say anything to refute this person, because they did not have good grades and really couldn't compare with the top students.

But just because they have poor grades, they must let this kind of people who ignore their efforts repeatedly insult and trample on their dignity?

The few girls in the class with weaker mental qualities flushed their eyes when they heard the math teacher's words. The boys looked gloomy even though they didn't cry.

When Qi Anran listened to the teacher's words that could be regarded as insulting, his eyes were also dazzling.

Sitting in the front row, Zhuo Yueqian had a calm face. Just as he was about to get up to start with the teacher, he was pressed back by Wen Ruiheng who had seen him through early on.

"Let go, this kind of **** teacher, look at me..."

"Ancestor, I beg you, bear with me, just a few months of work, are you still going to be dropped out? No school in the whole F city dare to accept you."

"Then quit school, don't read it!" Zhuo Yueqian threw Wen Ruiheng's hand away from him, and was about to get up when a figure suddenly passed by his side.

Zhuo Yueqian was startled and looked at Qi Anran as he walked to the podium in surprise.

The math teacher was also taken aback when Qi Anran came over: "What are you doing..."

Without even looking at him, Qi Anran picked up the chalk and wrote on the blackboard.

The clacking sound of chalk falling on the blackboard made the students with red eyes and bowed heads raised their heads again, and everyone was stunned because of this raising of their heads.

The originally empty blackboard was filled with formulas they couldn't understand, densely packed and eye-catching.

Everyone at the bottom: "..." These problem-solving steps seem so complicated, they didn't even understand a word!