When they heard this, the students were momentarily at a loss for how to react.
Just then, Director Zheng was the first to raise his hand.
Fu Mingxue’s gaze landed on him. She paused for a second, then said, "Ask."
Director Zheng asked a physics question that wasn’t part of the first-year curriculum. It was a rather advanced problem.
Naturally, the class had its share of top students.
They immediately fixed their intense gazes on Fu Mingxue, eager to hear her answer.
Fu Mingxue answered it with ease.
Of course, some of the more hard-headed students remained unconvinced, believing it was highly likely that Fu Mingxue and Director Zheng were in cahoots.
Perhaps they had arranged the question and answer in private.
After answering Director Zheng’s question, Fu Mingxue’s gaze swept over the others.
"Does anyone else have a question?"
Someone from the group of unconvinced students raised a hand.
"—Yes, I have a question!"
Fu Mingxue looked at him. "Ask."
The one asking the question was the boy ranked third in the class.
He stood up, his eyes fixed on Fu Mingxue.
Seeing his expression, Fu Mingxue asked, "Are you going to state the problem, or write it on the blackboard?"
"I’ll write it on the blackboard." The boy left his seat and walked up to the podium.
He picked up a piece of chalk from the lectern and then wrote out his challenging problem.
When his classmates saw the problem he wrote, they all gasped.
’That difficult?’
’We can’t solve it.’
Even the class president was stunned—he couldn’t solve it either!
"Alright, Teacher Fu, please solve it. Of course, if you can’t, then—"
Before the boy could finish his sentence, Fu Mingxue had taken the chalk and was fluidly writing out the solution.

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