The day after Liu Shang returned to school, his roommates practically dragged him to Advanced Mathematics class.
The moment Liu Shang appeared, even the class monitor's eyes lit up, and he felt a huge weight lift from his heart.
As soon as the teacher entered the classroom, he hurried over to quietly report Liu Shang's arrival.
It couldn't be helped. The pressure everyone had been under was simply too great. If Liu Shang had not shown up soon, they would have started becoming paranoid and anxious.
Ever since Liu Shang had brilliantly answered Li Wenzhong's difficult question in Surfactant Chemistry, the Advanced Mathematics teacher had begun paying attention to him.
This teacher was also curious. Was this student who had supposedly defeated Professor Li Wenzhong really as skilled at mathematics as people claimed?
What made him furious, however, was that this student named Liu Shang had failed to appear for seven or eight of his classes in a row.
So, under the combined weight of curiosity and anger, before Liu Shang could even be reprimanded, his classmates collapsed first under the teacher's pressure.
"Student Liu Shang, it hasn't been easy, has it? You finally decided to show up today?"
At the teacher's roll call, Liu Shang stood up somewhat awkwardly and gave him a placating smile.
But unsurprisingly, that smile was instantly swallowed by the teacher's accumulated anger and killing intent.
"Perhaps Chen Hongsheng's teaching ability is lacking, or perhaps even my mathematical skills are inadequate, that you can barely be bothered to attend my classes?!"
"Still, our school does not approve of teachers using their authority to suppress students."
"Just like Professor Li Wenzhong, we convince people through virtue."
"You solve this problem. If you can truly prove your ability, I give you my word—I will never make things