Before class, Su Qiuge poured him a glass of water. Xie Xinglin walked over to her desk and caught a glimpse of her assignment “200 Basic High School Mathematics Practice Problems (2)” on it. He only casually glanced at it, but still ended up discovering three wrong answers on the single page.
He put his fingertip on the test paper, drew a small circle, then raised his eyes, “These types of questions that even elementary students can do, you actually got so many wrong?”
When Su Qiuge heard his slightly mocking, and then thought of the rigid Jia Hesheng, her whole being became a little upset as a result. She sat down and said with a sigh, “That Teacher Jia, he insisted that I do this type of basic questions. Last time, I did it all right, but he actually accused me of searching up the answers online. And no matter how I tried to explain, he only felt that my attitude towards learning wasn’t proper. He even said that if I tried to copy the answers again, he will report it to my mother.”
In addition to the unhappiness in her tone, there was also a hint of grievance, “So I could only deliberately answer some questions wrong this time.”
After she thought about it, she tentatively asked, “Can you report the teacher, help me file a complaint against him?”
When Xie Xinglin saw her like this, he thought Jia Hesheng’s appearance of earnestly reprimanding her and her expression of going through bitter sufferings, the corner of his lips faintly twitched.
He lowered his eyes and said to Su Qiuge, “Take out the assignments for the competition class, and ask me if there’s something you don’t know.”
His words immediately liberated Su Qiuge, who felt like she was about to vomit from the amount of basic problems she had to do these days.
She immediately pulled out the papers from her schoolbag and gave them to Xie Xinglin, then she started working on the weekend homework.
When Xie Xinglin looked over her papers, he was very serious. He even tore a note and wrote the approach to understanding the problem and the reasoning behind her mistake. It was to the extent that Su Qiuge didn’t even have to ask him anymore, she could instantly understand the problem-solving process by reading the note.
She cannot help but marvel that Xie Xinglin was much more useful than that Jia Hesheng.
Su Qiuge also took out her physics error book to ask him questions. When he answered, he was very patient and even clearly explained the difficult questions that had been plaguing Su Qiuge for years.
Xie Xinglin also brought over a practice test, but they were all relatively difficult questions. After Su Qiuge finished answering, Xie Xinglin gave her his phone and had her directly look at the document on it for answers. He then went to help her get water.
When Su Qiuge was still earnestly comparing answers, a WeChat dialogue box suddenly appeared on Xie Xinglin’s phone.
It just so happened that Su Qiuge was about to scroll down to the next page, so she accidentally clicked on the dialogue box.
Su Qiuge：？
She discovered that it was a WeChat group and that the person who sent the message had an English name —— Kevin.
Su Qiuge recalled that this was Han Ming’ s WeChat username, and not only that, but he also seemed to be the owner of this group chat.
Han Ming posted a video to the group. The video thumbnail was red and seemed very purposeful. It had large golden letters written on it: Prosperity, Democracy, Civilization, Harmony.
Next, the group sent a series of messages in response.
— Brother Han Ming, you even watch this version, how thrilling.
— F*ck!! I remember this is the latest one, where did you find it from??
— So awesome, truly worthy of Young Master Han Ming. I remember that this is also rather high quality.
— F*ck, Han Ming, you sent it to the wrong place, this is the groupchat with Brother Xing!!
Su Qiuge accidentally entered someone else’s Wechat group and originally wanted to leave, but when she saw the most recent message, she frowned slightly.
What’s going on with these people?
Why can’t they send it if Xie Xinglin’s in the groupchat?
What, could it possibly be that Xie Xinglin was some terrorist, so he couldn’t bear to see propaganda films about socialism?
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