Lu Fang instantly reveled in schadenfreude, deliberately saying loudly, "Did you hear that, the teacher wants you to go stand at the back as a punishment."
This public class lasted two hours in total, and it had only just started a few minutes ago.
Standing as a punishment, and in front of all the second year high school students at that, Ying Zijin was now utterly embarrassed.
With her bottom-of-the-barrel academic level, what kind of question could she do?
She wanted to compete with Zhong Zhiwan?
She didn't even consider whether she was qualified enough.
In the amphitheater classroom, nearly a thousand students were present, and the noise grew louder and louder.
"Quiet!" The old professor slammed his hand on the table, visibly angry, "This student, either you come up and solve this problem, or you stand at the back."
A few boys from the Elite Class who were on good terms with Lu Fang all had the look of someone enjoying a good show.