The head teacher of first-year Class A, Han Qiusheng, came over with his textbook. Han Qiusheng was just like the previous head teacher of second-year Class F, always looking at the world with a sense of authority. Therefore, just as much as he once valued Xia Moliang, he now despised her. Like the other students, he treated Xia Moliang as if she were a plague.
"Xia Moliang, please come up and solve this function formula!"
At that moment, Xia Moliang's mind was elsewhere; she hadn't heard Han Qiusheng's call. So she remained still, staring dumbly ahead, whether at the blackboard or something else.
"Xia Moliang!" Han Qiusheng called out again, raising his voice.
