It was a simple conceptual question. Ding Ruola had read it before class. She calmly gave the answer.
With her almond-shaped eyes wide open, she stared intently at Song He on the podium.
Song He didn't look happy. Ding Ruola lowered her head to check the question again. There was nothing wrong with it. She was sure her answer was correct.
The answer was indeed right, but the question Ding Ruola heard in a daze was wrong.
Song He spoke quite fast. When he said the page number was forty-three, the sound of "four" slipped between his lips and teeth without making much noise, so it naturally didn't reach Ding Ruola's ears.
What an oolong!
The classmates in the class had thought Ding Ruola was quite capable. But now it seemed she was just like the rest of them.
Some bold guys started shouting, "Go learn painting instead!"
Ding Ruola, who had been embarrassed and at a loss because of answering the question wrong, now felt her hands and feet turn stiff with anger.
Just as she was about to defend her beloved design major, Song He spoke up.
The words she wanted to say had to be swallowed back.
"Economics is not an easy subject. Don't just..."
Ding Ruola could more or less guess what Song He didn't finish saying. She covered her face with the book. She had never been so humiliated before.
"You can sit down. Su Man, come and answer!"
Su Man?
When Ding Ruola sat down, pretending to adjust the bench, she turned her head to look at the girl named Su Man.
The girl who swaggered into the classroom was exactly the Su Man she knew.
But in this situation, Su Man probably wouldn't be able to answer either.
Ding Ruola thought she wouldn't look too bad. But when she heard what the thin girl beside her said, her sitting-down movement became much stiffer.
The little class monitor!
Song He was very strict when choosing his little class monitors. So it seemed Su Man was no ordinary girl.
Su Man looked at Ding Ruola who had just sat down awkwardly.
This was a great opportunity to get revenge on her!
Su Man naturally wouldn't let it go.
Her red lips opened and closed. Every word was well - organized. Her Mandarin had a faint Beijing accent, which all declared her identity.
Song He thought highly of this girl and chatted with her a bit more besides the question.
They talked from lilac balls to Wall Street, from Japan to exchange - rate issues.
These Chinese words were all familiar nouns. She had heard them from Fang Siyan before.
But when they were put together, Ding Ruola didn't understand any of it.
She had to re - evaluate this girl named Su Man. It seemed that besides being rude, this girl was not completely useless.
"Ding Ruola!"
Ding Ruola was still preoccupied with her own little thoughts in her head and ignored Song He's call from the podium.
The thin girl beside her couldn't stand it anymore and nudged her arm.
She suddenly stood up.
There were only three people standing in the classroom. One was on the podium, one had just received the teacher's praise, and one was a dazed greenhorn!
Song He's temples throbbed. He knew this little girl was not cut out for studying.
"Your behavior not only shows no respect for the teacher but also for classmate Su Man. You..."
The teacher's pointer banged hard on the desk several times.
The students who had been whispering about Ding Ruola's embarrassment fell silent instantly.
In the quiet and oppressive atmosphere, Ding Ruola wanted to explain, but the woman behind her had already spoken.
"It doesn't matter. Maybe classmate Ding is used to relying on others!"
The implication of this sentence was obvious. All the classmates knew the rumors.
Song He also knew about the relationship between Ding Ruola and Fang Siyan.
It was really a brilliant move, hitting three birds with one stone.
Ding Ruola naturally didn't agree with this woman's statement, but in this situation, she had no right to speak.
Su Man's image in Song He's mind had been established, and Ding Ruola's image in Song He's mind was also set.
At this point, Ding Ruola knew that the established image could only be changed slowly.
Song He took a couple of sips of water and made some veiled remarks.
The students who were watching the joke below were highly amused. Ding Ruola's ears were burning. Her hair was loose and just covered her face.
After Song He stopped his lecture, he quickly got back to teaching.
Ding Ruola couldn't concentrate at all this time.
She couldn't understand, and her emotions were unstable.
The words from the teacher on the podium sounded more like the annoying buzzing of mosquitoes.
At the most boring moment, her good friend sent a message.
Bi Shuang: [Dingding, is economics fun?]
There was also a cat - hugging emoji behind it.
Ding Ruola didn't type. She was still afraid that Song He would scold her for playing with her phone.
She replied with a gray moon - faced emoji.
There was a semi - transparent little circle behind the message.
Ding Ruola was called up again.
"What did I just say?"
Naturally, she didn't know. Ding Ruola could only stand beside her seat.
It seemed that fate was against Ding Ruola today.
Song He called on Su Man again.
A comparison between the two women clearly showed who was better.
Su Man glared at Ding Ruola who looked back at her.
Since she couldn't teach her a lesson for the time being, embarrassing her like this was also a good choice.
After Ding Ruola sat down, she looked at the time. There was still half an hour until the end of the class.
She told herself that no matter what happened next, her body and mind would be devoted to economics.
She stared intently at the PPT, and her writing hand didn't stop.
She had only behaved well for less than ten minutes when Song He put down his pointer and the infrared controller and stood on the podium to call Su Man's name again.
Ding Ruola felt that the name she heard most in this class was Su Man's.
Su Man walked onto the podium generously. Her makeup, hairstyle, and expression were all just right.
She bowed to the teacher and took the infrared remote control from the teacher's hand.
She flipped through the PPT and naturally explained the knowledge points on the podium. She could even supplement the knowledge points before the teacher's courseware.
Her voice was sweet, and her manner was graceful.
She really lived up to the name of the young lady of the Su family.
Ding Ruola kept fidgeting. She slightly turned her head to look at the classmates sitting beside her. All of them showed envious looks.
"Do you understand?"
Su Man said this to Ding Ruola.
Ding Ruola was quite surprised to be called by this smiling woman.
The surprise in her eyes flashed by, and she obediently nodded.
Looking at Su Man's face, she could feel that Su Man still had something to say.
Fortunately, the bell rang at this moment.
Su Man stopped just as she was about to speak.
Song He briefly talked about the subsequent course arrangements and then left.
Su Man stole the show in this class, and she really had the ability.
The school's class schedule was a bit considerate. The next class was still in this classroom.
Ding Ruola checked her schoolbag to make sure she had brought her books and then headed for the toilet.