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Chapter 370: Miss Seven’s Great Vision
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Tang Lin skipped over Rong Qi’s name entirely, as though she, who always scored perfectly in everything, was nothing but a bug in the system.
Lu Qi frowned and stood up to look at the question on the blackboard. After scanning it once, she answered, “Sir, the term that specifies the seller is not responsible for export formalities or related expenses is EXW.”
Tang Lin’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, forcing a smile onto his face, and said, “You’re still as exceptional as when you were in my cla.s.s. Keep up the good work.”
“Thank you.” Lu Qi replied, sitting back down, seemingly unimpressed by her own correct answer.
Tang Lin’s expression darkened further. He glared at his own students before moving to the next question. “Zhang Fu, you answer this one.”
Zhang Fu glanced at the question and quickly said, “D. Delivery against doc.u.ments.”
“Huang Hao, you answer this one,” said Tang Lin.
“B.” Huang Hao answered.
Every single student Tang Lin called upon answered correctly, making him suspect for a moment that Han Ning had somehow stolen his presentation slides, giving Cla.s.s 7 an unfair advantage. Tang Lin’s face flushed with a mix of anger and embarra.s.sment as he spoke, “Han Ning, you answer this one.”
Sitting at his desk, twirling a pen, Han Ning didn’t move an inch. He looked at the blackboard and said, “B,” with a tone of light mockery, tinged with a hint of amus.e.m.e.nt.
Tang Lin’s face turned even more sullen. Just as he was about to speak, Han Ning interrupted, “I can’t hack into other people’s computers. Even hackers have principles.”
Han Ning paused. He thought, ’Except for Miss Seven, of course.’
“How is it that everyone in your cla.s.s knows the answer? This is the first lesson on international trade. Are you all clairvoyant or something?”
As soon as the words left Tang Lin’s mouth, Huang Hao, Cla.s.s 7’s most outspoken student, retorted, “When will I stop feeling secondhand embarra.s.sment for people like you? Is it so hard to admit defeat in this day and age?”
Not only Tang Lin but the entire Cla.s.s 1 felt the sting of that comment.
It was embarra.s.sing for Tang Lin, especially since the Cla.s.s 7 students had answered every question correctly while Cla.s.s 1 hadn’t. A cough escaped Tang Lin as he tried to defuse the awkwardness. He said, “Could I ask how you all know about international trade?”
Everyone in Cla.s.s 1 also turned to look at Cla.s.s 7.
Huang Hao wore a smirk of arrogance and said, “When Miss Seven started teaching us, she used family case studies to discuss these topics. So naturally, we remember it quite vividly.”
Seeing Tang Lin and Cla.s.s 1 students’ faces flushed with repressed frustration and resentment made Huang Hao feel even more elated.
Initially, Huang Hao thought Rong Qi was just rambling in her lectures. Now he realized everything was interconnected with the knowledge he was gaining.
■Impressive! This was the first time we’d had a public cla.s.s with Cla.s.s 1, and we had won effortlessly.’ Huang Hao thought.
Having bested their rivals, especially the ones who had always outperformed them academically, Cla.s.s 7’s students couldn’t be happier. Their admiration for their instructor, Miss Seven, surged silently. They all thought that their instructor was a truly special professor and had great vision.
The duration of a university cla.s.s is two hours with a ten-minute break in between. With only ten minutes left before the end of cla.s.s, the students of Cla.s.s 7 were already restless, shifting in their seats like restless larvae. They were itching to go, fists clenched, eager to rush out and grab some lunch.
Previously, when there were no elective cla.s.ses, they only had two morning sessions with a senior professor in Management Studies, allowing them to head to lunch early..