"Hey, you know what? I just saw Shi Zhi!"
"Shi Zhi? Is he the ruthless devil from the School of Physical Education? Didn't he disappear again after the basketball game?!"
"No! I heard he got into another fight with those guys from the School of Engineering opposite! They said he beat up the most arrogant bully in that school so badly that he was looking for his head all over the place..."
"Really? Is he really as scary as the rumors say? I think he's so handsome! He even has the charm of a sunny boy. How could he be so cruel?"
"Who knows? He's just a deadly temptation. I heard he once committed a murder..."
"Ah! How is that possible? Forget it. I'll just continue to secretly like Mei Xuejian from the neighboring school. Senior Mei looks so elegant and clean. He doesn't give off any dangerous vibes at all. He's the ideal Prince Charming in my heart..."
The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and the autumn air was crisp. It was a lovely day.
Ding Ruola was wearing a gray college uniform with a white cotton jacket over it. She had on a black pleated skirt, a pair of white knee - high socks, and black low - heeled shoes. This outfit made her look younger. Just by looking at her face, no one could tell that she was already a senior.
Ding Ruola couldn't help but smile when she heard these people on the road talking about Shi Zhi.
Shi Zhi, a ruthless devil? Where did they get that idea? Was this some kind of fantasy about a dark - horse prince?
Shi Zhi, clearly, was a sunny boy! Although he was a bit rascally, he was still kind - hearted...
Thinking about the time when Shi Zhi saved Jiang Chen and her, Ding Ruola thought Shi Zhi was extremely kind. Remembering his big white teeth, he was clearly an innocent and good - natured young man.
The long pavilion led to the large classroom 2 - AB - 4. Today was Ding Ruola's first class in the Asia Capital Experimental Class. When she got there, there were already quite a few people in the classroom.
For Ding Ruola, most of them were strange faces. She didn't know any of them.
Unexpectedly, just as she sat down in a corner seat, three or five girls beside her kept staring at her, sizing her up, and whispering to each other.
"Hey, don't you think that person looks a bit familiar? I feel like I've seen her somewhere."
"Come on. She doesn't seem to be from our class, right? The students who got into the Asia Capital Experimental Class were determined at the end of last semester. Everyone has an idea of who they are. At least we've all seen each other's faces. I don't think I know her."
"Me neither..."
"No, she just looks really familiar. And she seems quite famous... Wait... Ah! I remember! Isn't she the senior from the Visual and Communication major who won an international award?"
"What? How is that possible? This is a finance class! What's a design student doing here? Is it just a look - alike?"
"..."
The girls looked at each other, looking a bit confused at Ding Ruola. Since the class was about to start and the teacher had already come in, they didn't dwell on it anymore.
Song He was wearing a black suit and holding a few books as he stood on the podium. He spotted Ding Ruola in the crowd almost immediately. He didn't know how good her academic performance was, but she was definitely good - looking.
He wasn't sure what was going through his mind. Was it simply to share this information with everyone and introduce the new student? Or was it to let everyone witness the rise and fall of this over - confident design prodigy in the field of finance?
Anyway, Song He pushed Ding Ruola into the spotlight. He put down the books and looked around the classroom.
There was still a formulaic smile on his face, warm, kind, and heart - warming, but a glint flashed in his eyes: "Hello, everyone! Today is the third class of our Asia Capital Experimental Class this semester. As you all know, those who can get into our Asia Capital Experimental Class are all geniuses."
Song He paused for a moment. With a kind smile on his face, there was a deafening round of applause from the students below.
He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Well, today, we have a real genius in our class. A genius and top student from the Visual and Communication major - classmate Ding Ruola. Let's give her a warm welcome!"
As Song He said this, he pointed in Ding Ruola's direction. Ding Ruola had no choice but to stand up. She calmly turned around, bowed with a smile, and greeted everyone.
"Hello, everyone! I'm Ding Ruola, a new student from Class 1 of the Visual and Communication major. Please take care of me."
As soon as the girl's voice faded, there was another deafening round of applause. But this applause stopped halfway. Only a few sporadic claps remained.
Everyone looked at each other.
From the Visual and Communication major? Isn't that a design major, a liberal - arts major? Their finance major was one of the more difficult ones in the science field! Not to mention this was the Asia Capital Experimental Class!
Was this girl extremely talented, or was she just blindly confident and didn't recognize the situation?
Although they were all stunned, Song He's eyes flashed with a glint. He turned around and wrote something on the blackboard: "Okay, now let's start our class..."
The class bell had rung, but the classroom wasn't as quiet as usual. Many people started whispering to each other.
"Classmate, are you really Senior Ding, the super - awesome designer?" A girl with two ponytails beside her leaned over curiously. She looked young and cute.
"Um..." Ding Ruola opened her textbook and looked at the classmate beside her awkwardly. Just as she was about to say something, another girl interrupted her.
"Come on, stop talking. Don't bother her. Even if she's good at design, this is finance. It's related to math. Can she learn it?..."
"She dared to come, which means she has the courage! Maybe she can do it?"
"Oh... Come on! Stop talking. Let's start listening to the class!"
The two girls argued and then ignored Ding Ruola. Ding Ruola curled her lips and opened her textbook.
There were always a lot of people feeling sleepy in the first class. While Song He was teaching on the podium, many students had fallen asleep below.
Ding Ruola unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water. The slightly cool liquid slid down her throat, and she felt a bit more awake.
This was the third class of the Asia Capital Experimental Class, and Song He just started teaching from the third section directly without taking care of Ding Ruola, the new student.
He didn't know how well the girl had mastered the knowledge from the first two classes.
Seeing many students in the class dozing off, Song He tapped on the table with his teaching stick. When he saw the girl below who was about to fall asleep, a glint flashed in Song He's eyes: "Ding Ruola, please answer the second question in the upper - right corner of page thirteen of the textbook."
Hearing Song He call her name, Ding Ruola sat up straight in a jolt.
The other students also woke up one by one. They opened their books and looked at each other in surprise. Wasn't this the content from the first class?
The second question in the upper - right corner of page thirteen? Wasn't that the simplest conceptual question?