Teacher Zhou heard the voice and looked over, realizing that the speaker was his math class representative, Zhao Yanyan, and frowned involuntarily. This child has always been steady; why is she causing trouble in his class? Su Xiaoxiao was also a bit puzzled. Although she was a poor student, she had no grievances with this math class representative. She glanced at Zhao Yanyan in surprise, meeting her mocking gaze, and felt that the girl’s hostility towards her was quite inexplicable. Unable to figure it out, she simply turned back to continue working on her problem. However, some people seemed reluctant to let go of the matter, and following Zhao Yanyan’s remark, many classmates joined in the uproar. "Teacher Zhou, you’d better let Su Xiaoxiao step down. What’s with these answers?" "Yeah, don’t let her waste everyone’s time here." Someone shouted: "Step down." Suddenly, the classroom was filled with a chorus of "Step down, step down." Teacher Zhou’s face immediately darkened. What was going on with these students? The graduation exam was coming up, and yet they weren’t focused on their studies. He was just about to speak when a loud bang sounded from the back row of the classroom. Everyone was startled, and the noise stopped abruptly. Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but turn around to look and saw that Song Weidong, who was sleeping in the last row, had woken up without anyone noticing. He tousled his slightly messy hair and asked, "What is all this noise about? What’s wrong with solving the problem this way?" As soon as his words dropped, laughter erupted throughout the classroom. Zhao Yanyan, the instigator, pressed her lips together, looking at Song Weidong with a hurt expression. "Someone ranked second to last says the one ranked last has no problem with their answers, hahaha..." Someone muttered, causing the laughter in the classroom to grow even wilder. At that moment, Teacher Zhou picked up the blackboard eraser and slapped it heavily on the desk: "Quiet down, everyone. This is a school, not a market." The classroom finally quieted down. Teacher Zhou glanced at Su Xiaoxiao and spoke: "Su, you may continue." Her problem-solving was already at the last step. She nodded, and with a few swift strokes, wrote the answer. Just as she finished, Zhao Yanyan suddenly stood up, staring at her incredulously: "How is that possible? Her solution was clearly wrong, so why is the answer correct?" Song Weidong sneered lightly: "How do you know it’s wrong?" Zhao Yanyan met Song Weidong’s gaze, and for some reason, her face suddenly flushed, and she sat back down with her head bowed. This update ıs available on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 Su Xiaoxiao glanced at them fleetingly, suddenly having an unbelievable thought: could Zhao Yanyan’s hostility be because she entered the classroom with Song Weidong before class? Thinking of this, she looked at them with a gossipy gleam in her eyes. Teacher Zhou cleared his throat twice and said, "Su’s solution process is fine. This is the alternative problem-solving approach I planned to teach today." With that one sentence, the classroom fell into a stunned silence. Everyone looked at Su Xiaoxiao with incredulous eyes. When did the one ranked last become so impressive? Could she have learned a method even the teacher hadn’t taught? Teacher Zhou showed a touch more appreciation as he looked at Su Xiaoxiao: "Su, I was too one-sided before. You’ve really improved a lot lately. Keep up the good work." Teachers back then were mostly straightforward, with the sole aim of helping students achieve good grades. Unlike modern times, issues of teachers treating students differently because of family backgrounds simply didn’t occur. "Thank you, teacher." Su Xiaoxiao politely thanked Teacher Zhou before returning to her seat. As she was about to sit down, she met Song Weidong’s probing black eyes. After all, he had helped her just now. Su Xiaoxiao smiled at him and sat back down. Song Weidong’s gaze lingered on her slender back, then he irritably tousled his hair and lay back down to sleep. After finishing the day’s classes, Su Xiaoxiao felt more confident about passing the graduation exam smoothly. Initially worried that the long interval might leave her struggling, she realized that compared to the intense modern college entrance exam, these problems were relatively simple. After school, she picked up her worn-out backpack, feeling upbeat as she headed toward the classroom door. Just as she reached the door, she noticed a sturdy figure waiting not far away. Oh no, she had completely forgotten about that sticky situation. Su Xiaoxiao promptly retreated back the way she came. Was Li Daniu seriously suffering from some affliction? Why was he always bothering her? If he wanted to fight, he should hurry up and give her a straightforward hit, but instead, he said nothing while acting attentively. Thinking about it made her rub the goosebumps on her arms involuntarily. It seemed that the door was not an option; she would have to find another way out. Her gaze fell on the window in the last row. She slung her backpack onto her shoulder and quickly headed over. Just as she stepped onto the window ledge, Li Daniu’s rough voice suddenly sounded behind her: "Su, are you ready? Let’s go home together." Su Xiaoxiao almost missed her step. Seeing Li Daniu approaching, she jumped straight out of the window. Song Weidong lazily lifted his head, catching sight of the scene. He narrowed his eyes and stood to block Li Daniu. Li Daniu, seeing the one on his mind leaving, became anxious: "Who the hell are you? Get lost." Song Weidong read his name slowly, and Li Daniu, stunned, looked up to meet Song Weidong’s smug face. Wow, it was actually Big Brother Song. Su Xiaoxiao naturally didn’t know any of this. With her backpack, she walked out of the school, only to be blocked at the gate. "Su Xiaoxiao, how can you be such a shameless person? Entangled with Song Weidong." Zhao Yanyan glared at her with rage, as if she wanted to bite her. Su Xiaoxiao: "Crazy!" She rolled her eyes and circled around Zhao Yanyan, ready to leave. Zhao Yanyan was relentless: "Stop right there, didn’t I say you can’t leave?" "The road isn’t yours, why can’t I leave?" Su Xiaoxiao was speechless. She was eager to get home and receive the shampoo formula from the bald brother and had no time to argue with her. "Promise me you won’t bother Song Weidong anymore, and I’ll let you go." Zhao Yanyan clutched her backpack, refusing to release it. How could she promise about something that didn’t exist? "Whether you believe it or not, aside from sitting in front and behind him, there’s nothing between us." Su Xiaoxiao pulled hard to retrieve her backpack, and then there was a tearing sound as the already weak backpack was ripped in half, dropping its contents onto the ground. Something rolled to Zhao Yanyan’s feet. She bent down to pick it up and glared at Su Xiaoxiao: "Still saying there’s nothing? What’s this?"