The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 440 - 439 Lu Duidui After Confronting Classmates, Confront the Professor
Chapter 440: Chapter 439 Lu Duidui: After Confronting Classmates, Confront the Professor
Chapter 440: Chapter 439 Lu Duidui: After Confronting Classmates, Confront the Professor
Lu Mian replied with a message: “Okay, you decide on the time and place.”
Her schedule was flexible, and even if it weren’t, she would find a way to meet him.
Sikong Jian responded with a lipstick emoji.
She couldn’t help but laugh, touched the corner of her own lips, and suddenly remembered Director Qi, as well as the dream she once had.
It felt so real yet dreamlike and had left her seriously ill.
Seeing Wan Haixiang on stage diligently flipping through a textbook getting ready to teach, she quickly banished those inappropriate thoughts from her mind.
Sikong Jian’s schedule wasn’t as flexible, so after exchanging text messages with him, Lu Mian quietly waited for his reply.
Xiu Qian arrived one minute before class started and noticed as he took his seat that Lu Mian looked a bit off.
“What’s wrong with you today?
You don’t seem very spirited.”
Lu Mian wasn’t too fond of this sudden display of concern and remained indifferent.
Xiu Qian also realized he was being overly concerned and reverted to his usual aloofness, saying, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m just worried that if the first ranker gets into trouble, everyone might suspect me, the second ranker, of doing something.
So, I’m really just looking out for myself.”
Lu Mian looked up at him and suddenly laughed.
“I’m fine.
It’s just a girl thing…”
When she mentioned girl problems, Xiu Qian’s face suddenly turned red, realizing what she meant.
She was on her period.
He took another deep look at Lu Mian, not caring that the professor was on the stage, scrutinizing her openly, noting that she indeed looked unwell.
She probably had issues with painful periods…
Xiu Qian said nothing, having just settled into his seat, and amidst the surprised looks from Wan Haixiang and the rest of the class, he stood up and left again.
Qu Weiwei eagerly made way for him.
“Xiu Qian?” Wan Haixiang called after him.
The other didn’t respond, so he could only give an awkward smile and say, “Alright, let’s get started with the class.”
——
Xiu Qian probably re-entered about 10 minutes later, seemingly hiding something in his hand.
The whole class paid him their attention, particularly interested in the shining Crown Prince.
Only Lu Mian wasn’t looking at him.
Lazily lying on her desk, she felt her desk being nudged intentionally or unintentionally by Xiu Qian as he walked by.
She straightened up and frowned at Xiu Qian.
Seizing the moment, Xiu Qian quickly pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it onto her desk.
The movement was rapid, lasting only a few seconds.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned to sit down and pulled out his textbook to focus on the blackboard.
Wan Haixiang gave him a slight smile and continued teaching.
Meanwhile, Lu Mian stared at the object that had suddenly appeared on her desk, puzzled: What is this?
She pinched the object, a thin slice with granules inside that felt like iron filings, one side crudely stuck with double-sided tape.
At first glance, it was clearly a makeshift item.
The corners of her lips unexpectedly lifted in a smile as she realized it was a makeshift warming pad Xiu Qian had created for her.
There was a lab in their building, making it easy for him to obtain these materials.
She was surprised.
She hadn’t expected this boy, who had once fought with her for a seat, to have such a side to him.
Though the object looked simple and rudimentary, at that moment, it was warm.
Forgetting their past disagreements for a moment, Lu Mian accepted his kindness and stuck it to her clothing around her abdomen.
Hearing the rustle from behind him, Xiu Qian finally started to study earnestly.
Lu Mian then picked up a pen and wrote a “thank you” with the cap on the back of Xiu Qian’s shirt.
Xiu Qian revealed his first genuine smile since arriving at the Yangfan Hotel.
However, Wan Haixiang, who was animatedly lecturing at the podium, had noticed Lu Mian’s distraction quite early on.
A piece of chalk flew her way, hitting precisely between her and Zhang Yanyan’s arms.
Wan Haixiang, tapping on the blackboard and raising his voice, said, “Look at the blackboard, is what I’m teaching on your desks?
Some students think they’ve learned it all, right?
Well then, you explain the theory!”
His gaze was directly on Lu Mian, the implication clear.
Lu Mian didn’t shy away; she stood up and glanced at the chalk-full blackboard, speaking with a tone of confusion, “Professor, the solution you provided for this problem seems to be incorrect!”
With that, the classroom exploded.
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There were gasps of shock everywhere.
Why was Lu Mian always stirring up trouble?
When the professor asked her a question, she had the audacity to say his answer was wrong?
Lu Mian’s words amounted to a challenge to Wan Haixiang’s authority.
Wan Haixiang looked at the knowledge points and solutions he had painstakingly written down and couldn’t help but laugh with irritation.
It wasn’t a matter of face, but on what grounds could she make such a claim?
She judged the answer as incorrect with just one sentence?
Having taught for so many years, could he not tell right from wrong?
“Student Lu Mian, examine the problem carefully and determine whether it’s you or I who is wrong!”
Having said that, he seemed too weary to argue further with Lu Mian, merely supporting himself on the lectern and shaking his head.
Let her talk if she wants to talk.
Lu Mian pointed to the first equation on the blackboard, “Starting from the first step, there’s an issue with your calculation method.
This problem actually sparked a debate last year, and the correct solution—different from what you have provided—was determined, which many people are unaware of.
Your method, although mainstream, is not correct.”
Lu Mian explained calmly and confidently, showing no sign of backing down in the face of an authority like Wan Haixiang.
The classmates around her were stunned.
It was one thing for her to argue with fellow students, but now she was confronting a professor.
A professor, no less!
Could it be that she knew more than he did?
Qu Weiwei turned around and hastily gestured to Lu Mian, “Ancestors, please stop talking.
You’re making the professor look bad!
In my opinion, Professor Wan is correct!”
The nearby students echoed the sentiment.
“Yeah, Lu Mian, even though you’re a good student, you can’t just challenge the professor like that!”
Xiu Qian, who hadn’t been paying attention to the blackboard, began performing calculations in his notebook after hearing Lu Mian raise her challenge.
Wan Haixiang, seeing her assertive attitude, started to take offense.
This was the officially recognized answer by the teaching group; where was the mistake?
Thus, Wan Haixiang began to argue with Lu Mian starting from the very first step.
Lu Mian, composed and rational, analyzed the problem with him.
What was meant to be a regular class had turned into a debate between Lu Mian and the professor.
The situation proved that no set of ears truly heeds the advice of others.
Both of them stubbornly held their own, and the debate escalated, with Wan Haixiang becoming red in the face with anger as they argued.
Of course, the students’ sympathies were still with Professor Wan.
However, Lu Mian stood firm in her stance.
The first time she explained, she was very clear, but by the second explanation, her tone grew colder.
When he remained obstinate, she laughed mockingly.
“Professor Wan, it’s okay to be wrong, as long as you correct it promptly.
If everyone remembers this incorrect method of solving, what will happen when they encounter the same type of problem in the future?
Won’t they still be unable to solve it?”
Being lectured by a student he disliked in front of everyone, Wan Haixiang’s pride was thoroughly wounded.
He looked at her, still unflustered, then looked at himself, as angry as a quarreling woman, and slammed his textbook down in a rage.
“You’re number one, you’re the great one, then you be the teacher!
I refuse to teach this class anymore!”
