C22 The Powerful Ye Feng

"I refuse to believe he could score perfectly, even if it kills me."

Su Qiyue's voice was icy as she said, "If Ye Feng actually manages to do it."

"Liu Ming, you will resign from your position as class teacher immediately."

"Then, every single student in the class will write a twenty-thousand-word reflection."

"If Ye Feng can't do it, he and I will leave on our own accord, without any prompting from you."

"If you don't have the guts, then keep your mouth shut."

As expected, Liu Ming's face turned livid upon hearing these words, and he retorted without hesitation, "Afraid? Bring it on, then."

The rest of the students were in an uproar.

"He's clueless about the gravity of the situation."

"I can't wait to watch you two get expelled from this school."

Liu Ming snatched up the chalk from the podium and began to write on the blackboard with swift strokes.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

A problem soon dominated half of the blackboard. The sight of it left everyone dumbfounded, and even Su Qiyue's complexion lost some color.

"It's the final exam question," someone gasped in astonishment.

"The final question in advanced mathematics isn't meant for mere mortals. Who could solve it? Ye Feng is doomed this time. Even ten brains wouldn't be enough for him to figure it out."

Another person sneered, "Forget solving it; I doubt he can even finish reading the problem."

After tossing the chalk into the trash bin, Liu Ming turned back with a scornful look at Ye Feng and said slowly, "If you can't solve it, you can kiss your diploma goodbye."

Laughter erupted from the crowd below.

"This will be your downfall."

"You two might as well start packing to leave the school."

Ye Feng merely glanced at the blackboard, unfazed, and without a moment's hesitation, he picked up the chalk and began to write.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

His speed was impressive.

The onlookers watched in stunned silence as Ye Feng's swift writing defied their expectations.

Not only was he quick, but his penmanship was also exquisite.

Even an Arabic numeral was crafted with the finesse of a master. The sight of his clear and delightful answers left them spellbound for a long while.

"It must be sheer guesswork," someone remarked.

All eyes were on Liu Ming, who was visibly drenched in sweat. Frantically, he checked the answers.

Correct.

Correct.

All correct.

Liu Ming gulped, his pupils quivering with a mix of fear and astonishment. Was this the Ye Feng he knew?

"What do you think?" Ye Feng asked, setting down the chalk with a smile.

"All correct," Liu Ming admitted.

"Even more precise and perfect than the textbook solutions."

He couldn't bring himself to meet Ye Feng's gaze, so he hung his head and spoke in a hushed tone, his face feeling unbearably hot.

His soft voice, however, landed like a boulder into a still pond, sending ripples of astonishment through the classroom. Everyone stared at Ye Feng, utterly shocked.

"He actually solved it. That's impossible."

"How could Ye Feng possibly have such skill?"

"You really did it." Su Qiyue's smile was genuine, her happiness for Ye Feng evident.

Ye Feng turned to Liu Ming and said evenly, "Now, let me pose a question to you."

With that, he began to write on the blackboard. Shortly, a three-line problem was presented before the class.

"I've never seen this problem before."

"What kind of question is this?"

Whispers of curiosity filled the room, and the typically high-performing students began to ponder deeply. Liu Ming stared at the problem. After a minute had passed,

He remained rooted to the spot.

Beads of cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

Liu Ming's hands trembled, and at that moment, he didn't even have the courage to pick up the chalk.