Zhuang Qiyan stared at the Grade Director in shock, while the many gazes in the Study Area also turned toward them in astonishment.
With everyone watching, the Grade Director walked over to Song He, opened the Exercise Book in his hand, and said, "Sorry for the trouble. Take a look at this problem."
Song He glanced at it. It was a very standard advanced mathematics problem, the kind he could solve with his eyes closed.
"Do you really need to ask about such a simple problem?" Song He looked puzzled.
The veins on the Grade Director's forehead bulged. He was certain this kid was deliberately mocking him. How outrageously bold! As the Grade Director, he had never been mocked so blatantly by a first-year high school student. His Teacher's Dignity was completely gone, and he was so furious that he wanted to kick the kid under the desk.
Steady! Steady! I need his help. I'll endure it! The Grade Director took a deep breath.
Zhuang Qiyan stood beside them with her eyes wide, staring at Song He in horror. She was so frightened that she nearly stopped breathing.
In her eyes, what Song He had just said was practically courting death. Wasn't he tired of living? What student would sarcastically mock a teacher? And this wasn't an ordinary teacher—it was the powerful Grade Director! Someone a rank above the homeroom teacher!
The Grade Director was certain you were mocking him. He forcibly suppressed his anger. Resentment Value +400!
A system notification flashed before Song He's eyes. He no longer dared to push his luck. Four hundred Resentment Value was no small amount, proving that the Grade Director was genuinely angry.
He hurriedly picked up his pen, his attitude changing drastically. As he explained the problem in a low voice, he