During class, Zhang Yan often called on the poor students to answer questions.
Once they failed to answer, he would sneer and mock them, even hitting them with a Mental Storm.
Then they would be sent to stand at the back of the classroom as punishment and reflect on themselves.
Anyone who dared argue would immediately receive the treatment of being thrown out of the room—forget about attending the lesson any longer.
Wang Chen had suffered plenty of such blows from King of Hell Zhang before.
And the problem he had written this time was far from easy.
When his name was called, Wang Chen stood up and walked step by step to the podium.
Everyone's eyes gathered on him. Several poor students wore expressions of grief for a fellow creature's fate, while even more were gleefully waiting for his misfortune.
But Wang Chen remained calm, without the slightest sign of panic or helplessness.
He took the chalk and began writing on the blackboard.
The classroom was silent, with only the soft scratch of chalk against the board audible.
Wang Chen finished in just ten seconds.
At first, King of Hell Zhang wore a faint sneer, but he soon fell silent.
Wang Chen's solution was complete, the answer entirely correct, and his handwriting elegant and fluid. Looking over the whole problem gave one a pleasing, almost refreshing feeling.
There was simply not a single fault to pick at!
After a moment, he finally said coldly, "Go back to your seat."
Praise was out of the question. To Zhang Yan, a backward student like Wang Chen who dragged down the entire class was someone he wished he could toss into a garbage heap. How could he possibly commend him?
He suspected that Wang Chen had seen this problem before, which was