Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Just as Wen Li thought, the affairs of the Wen family became the topic of conversation among the upper class.

Wen Baixiang married three wives in a row.

Wen Yan, the eldest daughter of the Wen family, was adopted.

The real eldest daughter of the Wen family is someone else.

These three points alone were enough for the ladies to dig up Wen Baixiang's past at the tea party.

Everyone was curious about Wen Li, the real eldest daughter of the Wen family, who had suddenly appeared in person but had heard of her name before seeing her. They had heard that Wen Li was not well-received in the Wen family and even had to compete for favor with Wen Yan, the adopted daughter...

As things developed, not only did Wen Yan suffer in her own social circle, but Wen Xin also had a hard time at school.

Tan Shiyin tells jokes about her Wen family every day.

Wen Xin, who has always been arrogant, clenched her fists so hard that she wanted to tear Wen Li, the source of trouble, into pieces.

"Here's a test. Give everyone two classes to do it."

The head teacher walked into the classroom with a math test paper.

"Let me tell you about this exam. It's only available at No. 1 Middle School, and only in our class. There's an additional question at the end, printed by Professor Song Bo-yan of Peking University. I've seen the question, and what can I say..."

Song Baiyan?

Wen Li, who was writing on a physics test paper in the corner, was somewhat speechless when she heard what her head teacher said - this question was directed at her.

It is said that favors are the hardest thing to owe.

How many days had she been in No. 1 Middle School? She came to me so soon with the test questions, and even had the audacity to put them on the test paper.

I really tried every possible method...

"Although Professor Song has high expectations for our class, to be honest, I don't know how to solve this problem either. Let's just take a look at it and stimulate our thinking. Wen Xin, see if you can solve it."

The head teacher called Wen Xin's name.

Obviously, in the head teacher's mind, the only person in the class who could possibly solve this problem was Wen Xin.

Wen Xin, who had been feeling a bit downcast, suddenly had a hint of pride on her face. She straightened her back and replied, "Okay."

I went straight to the last question on the test paper with full confidence.

"If any of you can write something, I believe it will leave a deep impression on Professor Song."

When the students heard this, they all looked at the last question.

Song Boyan is not just an ordinary professor at Peking University. The Song family's background is even better than that of the Tan family and the Wen family.

The Song family is also related to the president of Peking University. The two families are equally powerful and naturally have similar backgrounds.

As a family of scholars and academic giants, the Song family are prominent figures in both politics and business, and have a good relationship with the Lu family.

If this can impress Professor Song and he can take advantage of the Song family's connections, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he will be able to rise to the top.

"This is a math problem? Are you sure?"

"How come this is different from the math I learned?"

"I knew this kind of good thing wouldn't happen to someone like me."

"Even if I were to copy this question, I might not be able to get it right. This isn't beyond the syllabus, this is not even on the same level!"

After reading the questions, Tan Shiyin felt terrible. Seeing Wen Xin working hard on her writing, Tan Shiyin clenched the pen in her hand.

hateful!

It’s time to let this little bitch steal the show again!

What Tan Shiyin didn't know was that Wen Xin's brows were furrowed no less than hers. After writing the character "解", she couldn't finish the second stroke for a long time.

Wen Li finished the physics paper slowly, then took the math paper next to it and turned to the last question.

After going through the steps in her mind, she was about to write down the answer, but in the end, she held back and wrote out the process...

She had been turned down by Song Baiyan many times before, and she seemed to have no other options. She couldn't bear to have him come to her school with the questions just for such a small favor as sending her to No. 1 Middle School, so she resorted to this desperate measure.

Wen Xin used up sheet after sheet of draft paper. She didn't care about other questions at all and only focused on this one.

The head teacher just called her name specifically. If she can't write anything, her reputation as a math genius will probably become a joke in the future.

More importantly, she must make Professor Song remember her.

Not only Professor Song, but also... A handsome and cold face flashed through Wen Xin's mind, the real math genius - Song Zhixian.

Wen Xin was already anxious because she had no idea where to start, and the head teacher kept hanging around her, making her even more upset.

After two classes, the papers were collected.

"The next class is chemistry. The chemistry teacher wants you to review on your own. Please be quiet." After the head teacher conveyed this, he took Wen Xin's draft book and left the classroom.

Back in the office, the head teacher directly found Wen Xin's test paper.

However, Wen Xin wrote and crossed out the last question, leaving nothing useful, and she didn't write anything coherent in the draft book.

The head teacher had no choice but to take a photo of Wen Xin's paper and draft book and send them to Song Boyan.

We must give Song Baiyan a response.

She didn't even look at other people's papers.

Because there was no need. Even Wen Xin, a math genius who skipped a grade, couldn't do it, let alone others.

"coming."

Song Baiyan on this side was almost holding his cell phone waiting for news.

After seeing the results sent by class teacher Wen Li, Song Baiyan asked in confusion, "Huh?"

Song Zhixian immediately came over and said, "Grandpa, this is not classmate Wen's handwriting."

"I know. Did her homeroom teacher miss it? Or is Wen being lazy again?"

Before the head teacher could tell her that this was Wen Xin's paper, Song Baiyan sent a voice message: "Teacher Chen, please take a picture of Wen Xin's paper and show it to me."

[Professor Song, this is Wen's paper]

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other, and then realized that there was more than one person with the surname Wen.

Song Baiyan: [I'm talking about classmate Wen Li]

"Wen Li?" The head teacher wondered how Professor Song knew Wen Li, while finding Wen Li's paper.

Although Wen Li's grades were good, he definitely couldn't compare to Wen Xin, the genius in math. Even Wen Xin...

The next second, he saw that Wen Li had filled up the last question, and was instantly surprised.

Soon, the father and son of the Song family received what they wanted to see.

"Hahaha, see? A group of us old guys plus a genius like you couldn't solve the problem in a week, but they solved it easily." Song Baiyan laughed while holding his mobile phone.

Song Zhixian finished analyzing the situation step by step, and suddenly it dawned on him: "So that's how it is."

The head teacher was a little bit unconvinced. Even she and Wen Xin had no idea how to solve this problem, but Wen Li actually solved it.

She couldn't help but ask Song Baiyan whether Wen Li's interpretation was correct or not.

Wen Li omitted a lot of steps, so even though the steps and answers were right in front of him, the head teacher was not sure whether it was correct.

Professor Song replied affirmatively: [Of course it is correct]

Wen Xin was still confused because of the question just now. She was in a very bad mood, angry and depressed.

Not only did she waste such a good opportunity to show off, but Grandpa Song must have remembered that she was in Class 1. If he knew that she didn't solve the problem, he would definitely be disappointed in her.

Maybe Brother Zhixian will also know about this.

But this question is so difficult, it's understandable that she can't solve it. Grandpa Song and the others should understand, right?

Wen Xin comforted herself like this.

At this moment, the head teacher came in with the test paper and told them: "A classmate in our class has solved the problem just now."