Chapter 318 - Chapter 318: Are You So Bored You’re Looking for Trouble?
Chapter 318: Are You So Bored You’re Looking for Trouble?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
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 didn’t give up on them. Instead, he provoked their rebelliousness and ignited his own competitiveness. He resigned from teaching other classes’ 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 didn’t teach Class 7 well, he’d quit. No one could withstand that provocation.
It wasn’t 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 7’s 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 7’s 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, “The girl on the left side of the fourth row, come up and solve this problem.”
Lu Qi was terrified. She had glanced at the formulas and kind of understood them, but the old professor’s questions never followed a set pattern. If one just applied formulas, it wouldn’t work. The problem had too many data points, making it hard to discern which ones were useful and which weren’t.
Lu Qi’s 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 Qi’s hand.
Lu Qi was nearly moved to tears. With Rong Qi around, she didn’t feel helpless. She followed the instructions on Rong Qi’s 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 wasn’t a problem.
The old professor looked at Lu Qi’s solution and finally smiled a bit, his serious expression softening. He nodded in approval and said, “Well 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 weren’t overwhelmed by the multitude of data. You’ve improved. Keep it up.”
“Thank you, professor,” Lu Qi said, her face redder because of the praise. She felt guilty, knowing she hadn’t solved it herself.
After returning to her seat, Lu Qi returned the paper to Rong Qi and quietly whispered, “Thank you.”
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..