Chapter 237: Old Wang Just Wants To Keep A Low Profile
The two trips to the Imperial Capital in the past month both made Wang Heng feel like he was undergoing tempering. There wasn’t much real work to do, but caught between Han Yixuan and Pei Ningle, coping with the two young girls’ endless little tricks truly wore him out mentally.
Back in the dormitory, facing those three goofy roommates, he felt much more relaxed.
However, that afternoon, when Wang Heng pushed open the dormitory door after several days away, he found the scene inside somewhat unexpected—the three usually lazy roommates were actually hunched over their desks seriously studying!
“What are you guys doing?” Wang Heng tossed his schoolbag onto his chair and casually joked, “Have you all turned over a new leaf one by one?”
Fu Hanwen paused his pen, rubbed his wrist, eyes still fixed on the problem, and said without looking up: “The Discrete Mathematics professor said there’s going to be a pop quiz next class.”
Wang Heng frowned, realizing the matter wasn’t simple.
He quickly asked: “When is next class?”
Fu Hanwen: “The day after tomorrow.”
Tang Hexing looked up and smiled: “This classroom quiz score counts toward the semester-end total, Teacher Wang. Is it too late to review now?”
Wang Ke next to him said seriously: “Xiao Tang, you can’t be like that. Teacher Wang just helped you resolve your kitty’s physiological issue, and you’re gloating…”
Tang Hexing slapped the table and stood up: “I’m not gloating at all!”
Fu Hanwen said faintly: “Xiao Tang, you’re not a girl, so being tsundere isn’t cute at all.”
At this time, Wang Heng also walked over to Tang Hexing’s side and patted his shoulder.
“Sorry, that day was my fault,” Wang Heng’s tone was low, seeming to carry a hint of melancholy and guilt. “I didn’t think too much about it, and ended up hurting your feelings. I’m very sorry…”
Tang Hexing tugged at his hair and roared: “What apology! It’s just a cat, stop talking about it! Don’t pin a green hat on me!”
Wang Heng: “Didn’t you say it was NTR?”
Tang Hexing: “Joke, just a joke!”
After repeatedly emphasizing that the kitty was just a pet and had nothing to do with a green hat no matter what, Tang Hexing sat back down and continued studying with his head lowered.
Then Fu Hanwen suddenly asked: “Teacher Wang, do you need us to tutor you this time?”
Wang Heng thought for a moment and shook his head: “Probably not needed. I already looked through the book at the start of the semester. Though I didn’t read it very thoroughly, I’m not totally clueless. I’ll cram review these two days.”
Fu Hanwen couldn’t help doubting: “Is two days of review time enough? Discrete Mathematics is so hard!”
“Yeah…” Wang Heng smiled without saying more.
Of course, he couldn’t say that he’d already studied this course once before. Now he was just picking it up again; the difficulty of revisiting was totally different from beginner’s study.
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Two days later, in the Discrete Mathematics classroom. The professor handed out test papers on the spot and gave one class period for a short exam—the number of questions wasn’t many, but the difficulty was significant, and absolutely no answers could be found online.
Then four days later, in the new Discrete Mathematics class.
After lecturing on the new course content, near the end of class, the professor called several class monitors and vice class monitors to the lectern to pass out the papers to classmates in each class.
The professor said expressionlessly: “I’ve said before, just listening to my lectures isn’t enough for this course; you must study seriously on your own. How many of you have looked at the reference books I listed? From over a dozen years ago until now, I’ve been teaching this course, and the question difficulty hasn’t changed much. But your average score is truly the lowest class yet. Let me state the score distribution again so you know where you stand. Full score is one hundred, highest score 71, lowest score 18, average score 35…”
The professor at the lectern just criticized a few sentences, then lowered his head to look at his lesson plan, seeming to be in contemplation about how to lecture next. But with such a huge score disparity, and this being a large class combining three sections, it put the professor in quite a difficulty.
Down from the lectern, Sun Xing Si was holding the test paper, busy distributing to classmates. When he reached Wang Heng, he paused, his expression becoming especially complex.
Tang Hexing 44 points, Wang Ke 41 points, Fu Hanwen 36 points—these three’s scores were all normal. But the remaining one seemed rather abnormal.
“As expected of Teacher Wang,” Sun Xing Si squinted, “How’d you study?”
He placed the test paper in front of Wang Heng, and the three roommates nearby quickly craned their necks to look—71 points!
“That’s the highest…” Wang Ke couldn’t help blurting out, but Wang Heng quickly covered his mouth.
Perhaps because Discrete Mathematics’ difficulty was indeed rather high, these two days Wang Heng had used nearly all his time and energy to review, and during the test he gave it his all, afraid of bombing and affecting the final grade. When he finished the test paper, he still wasn’t confident, estimating he might only have over sixty points. Yet unexpectedly, this score was already quite eye-catching.
Considering Pei Ningle’s singer prospects and the complex asura field around him, Wang Heng felt his presence among classmates should be as low as possible. At least, he couldn’t become the focus of attention. So how should he be cautious in speech and action next?
He looked at the class monitor and smiled: “Just good luck, just good luck.”
The professor at the lectern said loudly again: “There are those who scored 71, and several over 60, which shows the test paper itself was probably fine. But for most classmates, I may need to adjust my lecturing style. Alright, I’ll try to find electronic versions of those reference books and send them to everyone. Starting next class, I’ll lecture faster and as detailed as possible. Hope everyone prepares well, especially ensuring plenty of sleep before class…”
At this time, Sun Xing Si quietly asked: “Teacher Wang, you definitely read the reference books the professor mentioned long ago, right?”
Wang Heng shook his head slightly: “Haven’t read them.”
Sun Xing Si: “Then how exactly did you study?”
At this moment, the class dismissal bell rang, and the professor turned and left.
Vice Class Monitor Feng Jia Miaomiao suddenly came over and asked: “You’re the one with the highest score, right?”
Seeing the surprised gazes of many classmates around, Wang Heng said helplessly: “Can you keep it down…”
Feng Jia Miaomiao: “Why keep it down? What’s wrong, scored well and can’t let people see? Anyway, there’s something…”
“Tell me outside,” Wang Heng sighed softly, “I just want to keep a low profile.”
Feng Jia Miaomiao: “Fine fine, low profile it is…”
The two picked up their textbooks and left the classroom one after the other.
Fu Hanwen: “What are those two going to talk about?”
“No idea, you guys chat slowly, I’m off.” Sun Xing Si waved the undistributed test papers in his hand and turned to continue handing them out to classmates.
Fu Hanwen looked at another roommate beside him and said thoughtfully: “Xiao Tang, you were the first in our dormitory to like Vice Class Monitor Miaomiao. If Teacher Wang succeeds, won’t you be…”
Tang Hexing slapped the table: “Get lost! Don’t pin hats on me anymore!”
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