Chapter 13: The Enraged Math Teacher

After Luo Zhibin finished grading that particular exam paper, a spark of anger ignited in his heart.

By the time he finished compiling the mathematics results for Class 14, that anger grew even more intense.

Last in the subject!

The highest score in the class was 91, and the lowest was 15.

At the same time, that 15 was also the lowest score in the entire grade.

It could be said that upon receiving this news, Luo Zhibin had only one thought: he wished he could crack open the heads of the students in Class 14 and stuff their mathematics textbooks inside.

Luo Zhibin taught mathematics for two classes: Class 14 and Class 13.

Logically speaking, the grades of the two classes should have been similar.

As it turned out, in the subject of mathematics, there was a five-point difference in the average scores between the two classes.

And if Wang Donglai were excluded, the average score of Class 14 would rise by more than one point.

Consequently, as he entered the classroom, Luo Zhibin’s gaze was fixed squarely on Wang Donglai.

"To be honest, I have been teaching for eleven years."

"I have taught seven cohorts of seniors, but I have never seen a class like yours."

"On a mathematics exam out of 150 points, a passing grade is 90. I wouldn't dare expect the whole class to pass."

"But I never expected that out of your fifty-six students, only two actually passed—one with a 91 and one with a 90. Besides that, there is also the person who is dead last in the entire grade for this subject."

"If you can't learn, you can't learn. I've taught you for two years, so I know your level."

"There are twelve multiple-choice questions, each worth 5 points—that's 60 points right there. If you can't solve them, you can just guess; by pure probability, you should get three or four right. There shouldn't be any difficulty in getting a fill-in-the-blank question right, and the first sub-question of the first long-answer question is a freebie. You should at least be able to do that."

"Adding those up, the minimum should be at least 30 points."

As Luo Zhibin spoke, several gazes in the class shifted toward Wang Donglai.

Since the grade sheets had already been posted, everyone who had seen them knew exactly who had the worst math score this time.

Wang Donglai could feel those eyes landing on him.

However, his expression did not change because of it.

The looks directed at him contained mockery, ridicule, and curiosity.

The more Luo Zhibin spoke, the angrier he became.

Finally, he slammed his hand hard against the multimedia podium.

*Bang!*

Chalk dust instantly flew into the air.

"Wang Donglai, stand up!"

"Tell me, why did you only complete three questions on this exam? It's one thing if you couldn't do the long-answer questions, but if you couldn't do the fill-in-the-blanks, you could have just filled them in randomly. Even if you couldn't even do that, you should at least be able to pick answers for the multiple-choice questions!"

"Give me a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, from now on, when I teach math, you can stand at the very back to listen!"

"Your attitude toward learning is a major problem!"

After slamming the podium, Luo Zhibin seemed to have vented some of his fury, as his tone became calmer.

This outburst had also concentrated the entire class's attention on Wang Donglai.

Even the students who were originally sleeping on their desks were startled awake, following everyone's gaze toward Wang Donglai.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Donglai slowly stood up from his seat.

"Teacher Luo, let me start by saying I'm sorry."

"For this exam, I wanted to see my true level. The questions I answered were the ones I knew how to solve; the ones I left blank were the ones I didn't."

"This score is indeed unsightly, and it will affect your reputation if word gets out, but I can guarantee that I will definitely improve my math score in the next weekly exam."

*Composed and dignified!*

This was the thought that arose in everyone's minds, and it was their evaluation of Wang Donglai.

Logically, as a student who had achieved such a score, facing a teacher's wrath should have left one trembling or filled with dread.

Yet, when Wang Donglai stood up, he was organized and articulate—first apologizing, then explaining, and finally making a guarantee.

Though these eighteen-year-old youths had not yet entered society and lacked experience, they possessed basic emotional and intellectual intelligence; they could tell that Wang Donglai's response was very appropriate.

Standing at the podium, Luo Zhibin was also somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected such a response from Wang Donglai.

"Forget it, sit down."

"To be honest, the Gaokao is right around the corner. As long as you stay in the classroom and don't cause trouble, that's enough. Everything else doesn't matter."

"If you want to listen to the lecture, listen well. If you don't, just don't disturb others from studying."

"Now, let's begin reviewing the paper."

Luo Zhibin motioned for Wang Donglai to sit down and began explaining the exam.

The class period passed quickly.

After class, Wang Donglai seemed completely unaffected, sitting in his seat reading a book to grind for experience.

However, the wind does not stop just because the trees want to be still.

As soon as class ended, Liu Feng walked up to Wang Donglai and said with an exaggerated expression, "Whoa, I didn't expect our class to produce a dead-last in the entire grade. Impressive!"

Anyone could hear the malice in Liu Feng's words.

As a "weak" class for liberal arts students, Class 14 was already a mix of all sorts of people.

Liu Feng was the type who couldn't focus on studies, was physically strong, and spent all day hanging out with local thugs.

In daily life, he was a bully who swaggered around Class 14, acting tough.

Sitting in the back row, he usually hung out and played around with a few other delinquents.

Now, by running up to Wang Donglai, he immediately drew a lot of attention.

When people heard Liu Feng's words, the entire classroom grew a bit quieter.

Wang Donglai looked up, stared calmly at Liu Feng, and said, "Get lost."

No one expected Wang Donglai to say that.

For a moment, the classroom fell into silence.

The next second.

*Clatter!*

The sound of a chair hitting the floor rang out as several people stood up from the back row, looking at Wang Donglai with menacing expressions.

Liu Feng's face also turned extremely ugly.

"Wang Donglai, you motherf***er, say that again!"

His gaze was fierce and his fists were clenched, looking as if he might throw a punch at any moment.

Wang Donglai stood up. As he rose, his right hand gripped the leg of his chair, and he stepped out from behind his desk.

"Get lost."

The calm yet firm voice rang out again.

Liu Feng's fists were clenched tight, and the few people who usually hung out with him also walked over.

"What? You want to fight?"

Looking at the group standing before him, Wang Donglai gave a cold smile.

If this were his past life, Wang Donglai might have been intimidated by this scene, or even severely bullied.

But not in this life.

Others might not know Liu Feng's situation, but Wang Donglai knew it very clearly.

Liu Feng came from a single-parent household. His father had died young, and his mother had raised him by working odd jobs and farming.

Because he was her only son, she doted on him immensely; even when money was tight, she would grit her teeth to provide him with the best possible conditions.

For example, the Adidas basketball shoes on his feet and the 361 Sport clothes he wore.

The reason Liu Feng acted so big in school was to save face and to mask a hint of inferiority in his heart.

It was during one of Wang Donglai's trips home in his past life that he had seen Liu Feng driving a tricycle to sell fruit, looking weathered and weary; only then did he learn about Liu Feng's situation from other classmates.

"Liu Feng, just because people don't want to provoke you, do you think you're the toughest person in Class 14? The reason no one wants to clash with you isn't because they're afraid of you; it's because no one wants to cause trouble at school and let their families find out."

"You know, the kind of person I despise most is someone like you. Your mother works hard for her money; she sent you here to study, not to fight. I haven't provoked you, so why are you acting like a tough guy in front of me?"

"You just think we students from the countryside are easy to bully. You don't dare mess with the people in the county town, so you can only come here to act big."

"If you have the guts, let's settle this right here."

"Take this chair. You give me one, I give you one. Whoever yells out first is a son of a bitch."

"What do you say? Want to try?"

As he spoke, Wang Donglai moved, lifting the chair in his hand and offering it to Liu Feng.

"You're fucking crazy! You've got a hole in your head!"

Liu Feng was enraged. He wanted to take the chair, but when he saw Wang Donglai's calm, water-like eyes, the courage he had managed to muster evaporated.

Feeling everyone's eyes on him, Liu Feng was both angry and frustrated, but he didn't dare engage with Wang Donglai's challenge. He could only curse bitterly and prepare to leave.

But just as Liu Feng finished his sentence, Wang Donglai suddenly lashed out with a kick.

The kick came extremely suddenly and with great force, knocking Liu Feng over and even toppling several nearby desks.

The sudden turn of events left the others unable to react.

Wang Donglai followed up immediately, landing kick after kick on Liu Feng's body.

By the time the people who usually hung out with Liu Feng reacted and tried to intervene, Wang Donglai had already grabbed Liu Feng by the hair with one hand.

"Your mouth is so foul, did you eat shit?"

After saying that, his other hand delivered three rapid-fire slaps to Liu Feng's face.

Instantly, bright red handprints appeared on Liu Feng's face.

"This is the consequence of having a foul mouth. If you dare to act arrogant in front of me again, I guarantee next time you'll regret it!"

Even at this moment, Wang Donglai's expression remained indifferent, and his tone was incredibly calm.

These three slaps seemed to have stripped away Liu Feng's mask, revealing his true self.

Though his face still showed defiance, he said nothing, his eyes darting around, unable to look Wang Donglai in the eye.

Releasing his grip on Liu Feng's hair, Wang Donglai said nothing more. He walked straight back to his seat, tidied himself up slightly, and sat down.

Liu Feng, supported by his friends, stood up and left the area.

A conflict had occurred out of nowhere and ended with a shocking result.

However, when everyone looked at Wang Donglai again, there was a new sense of respect in their eyes.