Hearing Jiang Chen's shamelessly confident reply, everyone in the classroom was left staring, their expressions filled with one shared reaction—utter shock.
A few moments passed in silence…
And then, the room erupted into roaring laughter.
"Haha! I don't know!" someone mimicked, tears in their eyes.
"Jiang Chen, you're something else! Even flunking out in English sounds classy!"
"Exactly! He's a born performer—forget college, go be a stand-up comedian!"
Even the usually composed Lin Yuechan couldn't hold back her laughter. She covered her mouth with her dainty hand, her shoulders trembling.
Qin Yanyan, on the other hand, had completely lost it. She was nearly sliding off her chair, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
On the podium, Chen Weiwei's face darkened.
She slammed her textbook down on the desk with a loud thud.
"Silence! All of you!"
The room fell quiet again, though a few students were still wiping tears from their eyes.
Chen Weiwei glared at Jiang Chen and pointed toward the door with her slender, fair-skinned finger. "Jiang Chen, since you have no intention of listening, stand outside. Don't disrupt the class for others!"
Jiang Chen shrugged, rubbed his nose lazily, and strolled to the door without complaint.
Seeing him comply, Chen Weiwei didn't press the issue. She picked up the chalk and resumed her lesson.
"Now, trigonometric functions are a key part of the college entrance exam. You must master the identities and transformations—"
Before she could finish her sentence, a soft chuckle echoed from the hallway.
It was Jiang Chen.
Again.
Chen Weiwei narrowed her eyes. "Jiang Chen, what now?"
He pointed to the blackboard from where he stood in the doorway and said casually, "Teacher, you're making it too complicated. There's a simpler way to solve that problem."
The whole class blinked.
Chen Weiwei raised a skeptical brow. "Didn't you just say you didn't know how to solve it? What, changed your mind in two minutes?"
Jiang Chen didn't answer with words. He walked back into the room, picked up the chalk, and casually began writing on the board.
A few of the students snorted with laughter again.
The guy who never passes a test is going to solve an elite trig problem? Please.
But then—the room went quiet.
Line by line, formula by formula, Jiang Chen wrote with ease, his solution flowing smoothly, confidently, with an elegance none of them expected.
Even the top students, who usually yawned through class, sat up straighter.
This… this method is way easier!
Chen Weiwei stared, mouth slightly open.
The underachievers were frozen, staring at the board like Jiang Chen was some foreign creature.
Even Qin Yanyan leaned toward Lin Yuechan and whispered, "When did your boy start doing math magic?"
Lin Yuechan didn't respond. Her eyes were fixed on Jiang Chen, her thoughts jumbled. This guy… is this really the same Jiang Chen I knew?
After finishing his solution, Jiang Chen casually flicked the chalk toward the open garbage bin—and it landed perfectly inside.
"Teacher," he said with a lazy grin, "I'm done."
Chen Weiwei walked over and examined the board.
His solution wasn't just correct—it was elegant, precise, and actually clearer than the standard approach in the textbook.
"…Jiang Chen," she said slowly, "you… why did you say you didn't know earlier?"
Jiang Chen replied innocently, "Oh, that? I just wanted to answer in English."
Chen Weiwei's eye twitched.
I. Don't. Know.
That smug little grin on his face made her feel like she'd been completely played in front of the whole class.
Still, she took a deep breath and kept her composure. "Jiang Chen, come with me to the office after class."