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The professor teaching them management was an old and strict one. He had asked parents to come to the university if anyone spoke during class and report it to the administration office, where they had to write a self-critique. At times, they doubted if they were in a university or an elementary school.
After all, no university was this torturous.
Many had protested once before, who knew the old professor didnât give up on them. Instead, he provoked their rebelliousness and ignited his own competitiveness. He resigned from teaching other classesâ management courses and chose to teach only Class 7.
The old professor even issued a declaration of war to the administration office, saying that if he didnât teach Class 7 well, heâd quit. No one could withstand that provocation.
It wasnât that they were afraid to challenge the old professor, but it was more of a hassle. No one would want to deal with parents and write self-critiques all day long.
According to Han Ning, reasoning with the old professor was a complete waste of time. It was better to endure it than argue with him.
Therefore, apart from the management course taught by this old professor and the finance course taught by Rong Qi, the rest of the courses in Class 7 were practically unregulated, relying heavily on post-class tutoring from Rong Qi.
However, this kind of oppression was effective. The old professor set his own questions and used the weekly quiz method, and surprisingly, Class 7âs management course was still passable.
With the success of this case, other subject teachers also wanted to follow suit. But before they could implement it, they were driven away by the students of Class 7.
So now, when it came down to it, the only ones who were actually teaching them were the old professor and Rong Qi. She took on multiple roles, shouldering most of Class 7âs class hours.
At this moment, the old professor stood at the podium, adjusting his reading glasses with a stern expression as he looked at Lu Qi and Rong Qi.
Lu Qi felt anxious under his gaze, a foreboding feeling washing over her.
And as expected, the old professor cleared his throat, pointing to a problem on the blackboard. He nodded and said, âThe girl on the left side of the fourth row, come up and solve this problem.â
Lu Qi was terrified. She had glanced at the formulas and kind of understood them, but the old professorâs questions never followed a set pattern. If one just applied formulas, it wouldnât work. The problem had too many data points, making it hard to discern which ones were useful and which werenât.
Lu Qiâs face flushed red, and she was about to stand up, looking defeated.
Rong Qi glanced at the question on the blackboard and quickly wrote on a piece of paper, slipping it into Lu Qiâs hand.
Lu Qi was nearly moved to tears. With Rong Qi around, she didnât feel helpless. She followed the instructions on Rong Qiâs paper and went up to the front to transcribe the answer.
The problem was originally meant to be solved in rough drafts, so copying it up wasnât a problem.
The old professor looked at Lu Qiâs solution and finally smiled a bit, his serious expression softening. He nodded in approval and said, âWell done. Except for the sensitivity coefficients of sales volume and unit price being greater than zero, the other two are both less than zero. Lu Qi, you did a good job. Your steps are concise and clear, and you werenât overwhelmed by the multitude of data. Youâve improved. Keep it up.â
âThank you, professor,â Lu Qi said, her face redder because of the praise. She felt guilty, knowing she hadnât solved it herself.
After returning to her seat, Lu Qi returned the paper to Rong Qi and quietly whispered, âThank you.â
From that point on, Lu Qi was completely focused, diligently taking notes from the textbook.
Rong Qi slightly raised the corner of her mouth, her gaze lowered and silent.
There were ten minutes left until class ended, the point where the old professor had established a new procedure..