"If I solve it, everyone has to sit down!"
Ye Qingtian said with a serious face.
"Alright, as long as you solve it, everyone can sit down!"
The old scholar didn't believe Ye Qingtian could solve it at all.
The class was almost over, and his habit was to present a difficult problem at the end of the class, one that wasn't in any exercise book, one he made up himself.
No more than three people in the room could solve this problem, maybe not even one.
"Okay!"
Ye Qingtian stood up from his seat and walked to the podium.
"Is he crazy? How could someone who got in through connections, who scored hundreds less in the entrance exam, solve this kind of problem?"
"Haha, this is truly hilarious. A university bum trying to solve this kind of problem!"
"Does he think he's Hou Tianlei, Qin Lingyue, or Song Xuefei?"
…
Various disdainful voices came from all around.
