Willow Grant’s face turned unpleasant upon hearing this.
She couldn’t help but say, "This problem is so advanced, I bet Sumr Monroe can’t solve it either. She doesn’t know everything, and she’s always sleeping in class, so don’t waste your ti."
"It’s fine." Her deskmate shook his head, "Asking won’t take too much ti, I’ll go ask her."
With that, he picked up the exercise and walked towards Sumr Monroe.
Willow Grant couldn’t help but follow him with her gaze.
She wanted to see if Sumr Monroe could solve such an advanced problem.
But most likely it was impossible, no matter how good Sumr was, could she really understand quantum chanics?
The more Willow thought about it, the more convinced she was that Sumr wouldn’t be able to solve it, and she couldn’t resist standing up and following her deskmate over.
She wanted to see Sumr go through the sa awkwardness she once did.
At this mont, Sumr Monroe was quickly grading Ronan Kingston’s paper.
Her ntal math skills were extraordinarily strong, just a glance and she could quickly calculate the answer in her mind.
When Willow followed her deskmate over, Sumr had just finished grading the multiple-choice questions on the paper.
Sumr sensed soone approaching, stopped writing, and looked up.
"Sumr Monroe..." Willow’s deskmate hesitated as he spoke, "Could you help with this question? I don’t understand the problem-solving thod."
Ronan, who was beside them, said, "Mine’s not urgent, help him first."
"Alright." Sumr nodded, taking the paper from Willow’s deskmate as he thanked her.
Willow couldn’t help but interject, "Sumr, this question involves quantum chanics. If you can’t do it, it’s okay, we can ask Professor Osborne together later."
Sumr ignored Willow and directly started looking at the paper.
About two minutes later, Sumr picked up a pen and quickly wrote several formulas below the problem.
"The answer is π. I’ve written the solution steps on the side, but I haven’t plugged in the specific values. Try calculating with my thod and formulas first, and if you still don’t get it, co back to ."
Her deskmate said excitedly, "Thank you, thank you so much! Sumr, you’re amazing!"
Willow, standing nearby, frowned and questioned, "How could you possibly calculate the answer so quickly? Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?"
Before Sumr could respond, Willow’s deskmate spoke up first—
"Sumr didn’t make a mistake. My paper has the answer; it is π, and it’s written to be approximately 3.14159. But there’s only the answer without a detailed explanation, so I thought of asking you."
Willow’s face turned dark.
But her straightforward deskmate didn’t notice her expression, continuing to speak, "I never expected you couldn’t solve it, yet Sumr managed in two minutes! Sumr, you’re really amazing! You’re a genius at advanced math!"
Her straightforward deskmate didn’t hold back his praise or hide his admiration.
But it felt like an invisible slap, repeatedly hitting Willow in the face.
She truly hadn’t expected Sumr to be able to solve such a difficult problem.
Could it be... a coincidence? After all, many people in class bought this set of papers; maybe Sumr happened to check it online.
It must be that!
Just as Willow was about to reveal the true nature of this "genius," her straightforward deskmate suddenly pointed at Ronan’s paper and exclaid, "Are you working on this High Math?"
Willow perked up her ears.
She knew "High Math" was a notoriously difficult set of exercise papers; she had bought it too, but she realized she couldn’t even solve the first multiple-choice question, so she gave up. To her surprise, Ronan was attempting it?
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