Niu Lianhua favors Sun Liang significantly.
When lecturing on Mathematical Olympiad, she almost only focused on Sun Liang, expressing the meaning that "the rest of you have no hope; you can't even pass a city-level round."
Normally, it's true.
Even in the city-level Mathematical Olympiad competition, if you don't score at least 140, passing is quite impossible.
But expressing it feels depressing!
After leaving the office, Lin Xiaoqing gritted her teeth; her glance at Sun Liang carried a hint of danger.
The expressions of the others weren't any better.
"Haha, I'll leave first!" Sun Liang sensed the situation and hurriedly slipped away.
When they got back to the classroom, Lin Xiaoqing found a new target. She took out the Mathematical Olympiad problems she couldn't solve yesterday and entered the mode of scratching her head and thinking hard.
Niu Lianhua said something that resonated with some people.