"The fastest is the Red-Haired Girl at the door, followed by Little Dwarf. Song He and Little Foreigner in front of him are progressing at about the same pace." The female teacher wrote in reply. "The final four have emerged!"
The male teacher nodded and scanned the class, pausing his gaze on the final four for a moment longer.
"Want to make a bet?" the male teacher wrote.
"Bet on what? What are we wagering?"
"At noon, one of us has to get lunch for the students. Whoever loses has to go." The male teacher wrote. "I bet that by lunchtime, Little Dwarf will take the lead!"
"Fine, I bet on the Red-Haired Girl! When I went downstairs just now, her advantage was quite obvious." The female teacher asked curiously in writing, "Why are you betting on Little Dwarf?"
"I've heard of Little Dwarf. He's a mathematical prodigy with an exceptionally high IQ. He was already publishing papers in top journals as an undergraduate!"
"The other students have high IQs too! Why not bet on someone else?"
"The Red-Haired Girl keeps biting her hand. She's biting it because she's anxious. Kids like that are fast with easy problems, but once they encounter a difficult one, they tend to hesitate and slow down."
"Song He has a certain level of mathematical ability, but his main focus is definitely biology. Compared with math prodigies trained in the field, he won't have much of an advantage."
"As for Little Foreigner, there's no need to mention him. Look at him—there's enough sweat in his hair to wring out. He's clearly struggling with the problems."
The male teacher wrote out a long analysis in one breath. Feeling that his logic was flawless, he gave a smug curl of the lips, picked up a stack of