Song He wasn't in his office. For the convenience of teaching, he usually stayed in the teachers' lounge during the day.
This building was the teaching building of the School of Economics and Management. The teachers sitting in the lounge might be Ding Ruola's future instructors. She was quite nervous when she entered.
She stood at the corner by the door, turned on the front - facing camera of her phone, and tidied up her appearance. Just as she summoned the courage to knock on the door, it opened from the inside.
A female teacher walked out. Ding Ruola greeted her politely.
Just as the door was about to close, Song He spoke up.
"Come in. What are you standing there for?"
Ding Ruola forced a smile and hunched over as she stood in front of Song He.
"Thank you, teacher, for the materials. I've benefited a lot from them."
All she did was say a few nice words. The materials Song He gave were just the Word version of the PPT.
She even began to suspect that Song He was showing off his Office skills to her.
"Good! It's useful then!"
Song He surely didn't call her here just for this. "As you know, our Asia Capital Class has one more monthly exam than other classes."
How could she not know? Ding Ruola had inquired about this when she first came to the Asia Capital Class.
Song He repeated the rules of the Asia Capital Class. Even though Ding Ruola found it boring, she still had to listen.
"Do you understand?"
Ding Ruola didn't remember a single word. She just let out a few nervous laughs.
Song He's face darkened further. "If you fail the monthly exam, you'll have to transfer to another class."
Transfer down?
Ding Ruola had never heard of this before. "When was this rule made?"
"After you came."
She had never heard that there was such a thing as "transferring down" in college, and Song He had never seen someone switch majors so completely.
Someone who used to study design was now studying finance.
Regardless of whether she could keep up with the professional courses, she lacked advanced mathematics in the basic public courses, so her logical thinking was a bit weaker.
"Let me put it bluntly. You're not cut out for this. Don't ask Fang Siyan to plead for you then. I won't give him any face."
Ding Ruola was taken aback. How did this suddenly get related to Fang Siyan?
Whenever Fang Siyan was involved in issues related to her, Ding Ruola felt sad.
"Teacher, I..."
"Go and review quickly!"
Ding Ruola glanced at Song He. This wasn't any kind of encouragement; it was a real - name discouragement.
She, Ding Ruola, wasn't so easily intimidated.
"Teacher, do you know the concepts of absolute advantage and comparative advantage? These two definitions also apply to people!"
When Ding Ruola reached the door, she still felt unwilling. Maybe she had no foundation in finance, but a teacher shouldn't belittle her like this.
Hearing Ding Ruola's words, Song He's stiff face showed a bit of expression.
Maybe this girl wasn't that bad.
Maybe he had really been too one - sided in his view—even if a person didn't have an absolute advantage, everyone had a comparative advantage over others.
When Ding Ruola got home, she studied even harder. On one hand, it was because of this strange monthly - exam rule, and on the other hand, she was eager to prove herself through this opportunity.
This time when she went home to review was different from before. Previously, to avoid disturbing Fang Siyan, she had refused his help, but that had only added more workload to him.
If she had just asked Fang Siyan for help directly, Fang would only have needed to list out the problems she didn't understand.
Due to her stubbornness and self - righteousness, Fang Siyan had to organize all the knowledge points for her, which greatly increased his workload.
"Fang, are you busy?"
Ding Ruola carried a thick stack of study materials and came to Fang Siyan's room.
Fang Siyan's desk was tidy, with no documents or books on it.
"I've been waiting for you."
"Fang, I love you so much!"
Overwhelmed with excitement, Ding Ruola didn't care about her image and planted a few kisses, along with some saliva, on Fang Siyan's face.
Fang Siyan wore a doting smile on his face—what else could he do but spoil his own woman?
He talked about economic history and politics, microeconomics and macroeconomics, the real economy and the bubble economy.
Fang Siyan's hand never stopped. As he talked, he drew mind maps on two pieces of A4 paper to help Ding Ruola remember.
"I still don't understand the circular - flow diagram."
Fang Siyan took a blank piece of paper and neatly wrote down several words on it—household, goods, factors of production, labor force, etc.
He quickly drew a few arrows.
Still afraid that Ding Ruola didn't understand clearly, he explained it again.
He was so absorbed in his explanation that he didn't notice that Ding Ruola sitting beside him had already drifted into her own world.
"Were you not listening?"
"Hehe!"
To ease the awkwardness, Ding Ruola just grinned at Fang Siyan.
Fang Siyan helplessly tapped Ding Ruola's head gently with his pen and explained again what he had already said twice.
"That's all for today. With your current level, you can even outperform the old students in the Asia Capital Class."
He wasn't just saying this to comfort Ding Ruola. From their conversation just now, he could tell that this little girl's sense of pattern had changed.
"I want to make up for my advanced - mathematics knowledge."
Advanced mathematics?
Only then did Fang Siyan remember that when Ding Ruola was studying design, advanced mathematics wasn't in her public - basic courses.
"That's easy to solve. Just tell the teacher over there and you can go and sit in on the classes."
"I don't know how to repay you!"
Fang Siyan stared at Ding Ruola intently. The girl felt a bit embarrassed.
"Just give yourself to me."
One second he was a professor, and the next second he was like a "pervert"!
Ding Ruola half - resisted and half - submitted. The only consequence of such indulgence was that her waist ached when she got up the next morning.
She supported her waist as she had breakfast. Although it was Saturday, Ding Ruola still decided to go to the school library to review.
At lunchtime, Bi Shuang insisted on dragging Ding Ruola to buy bubble tea.
It was really true that enemies were bound to meet. They even ran into Su Man at school on a Saturday.
"Yo! Isn't this Ding Ruola, who can't even understand the concept of trade deficit?"
The sarcastic voice pierced Ding Ruola's eardrums.
"How boring!"
Bi Shuang took a sip of her milk tea and quickly complained, not wanting to miss this chance to criticize.
"I'll prove myself in the monthly exam."
After saying that, Ding Ruola pulled Bi Shuang away.
"Are we just leaving like this?"
Bi Shuang obviously still wanted to argue with Su Man.
"That girl is really too boring!"
Ding Ruola thought that if she got into an argument with such a boring person, she would be just like that girl.
"Xiaoshuang, you go back first. I'm going to the library."
Bi Shuang wanted to say something else, but seeing Ding Ruola's departing figure, she could only wave.