Wu Liang shifted his gaze to the projection screen beside the woman.
Looking at the all-too-familiar set of formulas, Wu Liang rubbed his temples, trying to ease the information flooding his mind.
Ah, my head hurts. Did piecing together Ning Shuang's past fragments overwork my brain?
"Wu Liang, you solve this formula like this..."
"Student Wu Liang, I wrote it in my notebook. Hurry and look."
"Look over here, look over here! I wrote it on my uniform. Hurry and look here!"
Just as Nan Zhu was about to quietly remind Wu Liang, the girls all around him began chattering at him.
Quite a few of them even held up their notebooks, passing the answers to Wu Liang.
But amid such noise, whenever one voice rose, it was immediately drowned out by another from behind.
It was so noisy around Wu Liang that he could not possibly make out who was speaking.
"Student Wu Liang, I've reminded you more than once. Yet every time, you never take my words seriously."
"If you continue to waste away like this, your grades will not be enough for you to advance to the next class. Don't you understand how important that is?"
The middle-aged woman looked at Wu Liang with displeasure, but she did not quite dare to scold him harshly.
Wu Liang was the eldest young master of the Wu family. What did the Wu family represent? They were a golden family that could cover the sky with one hand in Yanghai City.
They were one of the Golden Big Three, on par with the other two families. They were not people she could afford to provoke.
But if Wu Liang continued like this, he definitely would not be able to advance to the next class, and that would affect her reputation.