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Chapter six hundred and sixty first face

Zhao Mu's figure destroyed the harmonious atmosphere in the classroom. Many people watched a figure walking towards the front of the classroom in surprise and confusion. While walking, their waists and backs were straight, which was so majestic.

Professor Yang Ning’s lecture was very exciting on the podium. Everyone in the classroom was focused and listened to his lectures, thought actively, and asked questions and answered enthusiastically.

The sudden appearance suddenly disrupted many people's attention, and I didn't understand what this person was doing when he walked towards the front of the classroom.

On the podium, Professor Yang Ning saw the figure that broke the atmosphere in the classroom at a glance.

When he saw the figure on Zhao Mu's face, Professor Yang Ning smiled.

While watching and walking, he walked through most of the classroom. Zhao Mu could easily feel the gazes that were cast on him, making Zhao Mu feel like a thorn on his back.

Finally, Zhao Mu stopped and looked at an empty seat where the footsteps stopped and smiled.

After watching Zhao Mu's actions, someone finally recognized Zhao Mu.

"Hey, is that Zhao Mu? The skipping king in our class?"

I didn't have classes for most of the whole semester. Even the students in the same class forgot about Zhao Mu's existence and were stunned for a long time before I recognized him.

Wu Xin, the girlfriend of the youngest in the dormitory, noticed Zhao Mu, and reached out to shake Huang Yan, who was listening attentively.

"Huang Yan, look, who is here?"

Huang Yan turned around and looked, "Hey, Brother Third, why is he here?"

Wu Xin curled her lips. It was rare to see you, the third brother, in class.

Huang Yan, Wu Xin, and several sisters from Wu Xin’s dormitory, Zhou Xin and Lin Dan, recognized Zhao Mu, and others in the class began to slowly recognize Zhao Mu.

Next to the empty seat was a strange young man. After seeing Zhao Mu didn't say anything, Zhao Mu smiled at him and was about to sit down.

"That classmate, since you stand up, just come and answer this question."

Following Professor Yang Ning's gaze on the podium, everyone's eyes in the classroom focused on Zhao Mu with a "swish".

Zhao Mu's movements suddenly became stiff. When he looked at the podium, Professor Yang Ning was looking at him with a smile.

Looking to the left, there was no one standing up.

I looked to the right, but there was still no one standing up.

Backwards...

"What is this classmate looking at? It's you."

Zhao Mu suddenly got muggy, and a black question mark appeared on his head.

He looked at Professor Yang Ning who was smiling on the podium, pointed at himself and asked in a daze: "Me?"

"Who else can you be? Are there other classmates who stand up in the classroom?"

Looking at Professor Yang Ning's smiling face on the podium, Zhao Mu felt that he had re-recognized the professor he had always respected, and only said in his heart, "Are you teasing me?"

Nearly two hundred people in the large classroom focused on Zhao Mu, making Zhao Mu Alexander.

Huang Yan looked anxious, "It's over, the third brother is now wearing small shoes, and these are troubles."

Wu Xin next to him curled her lips, "This guy deserves it. How long has it been since I came to class? Now..." Although he said this, there was a hint of worry on Wu Xin's face.

This feeling of being watched by everyone is really bad, and it is completely different from the feeling of tens of thousands of people dancing to their own rhythm on the stage.

The point is, it feels really bad to be in control of this kind of thing.

The light of his eyes looked at the eyes that were ejaculated all around him, and as Professor Yang Ning stared at him, Zhao Mu knew that he had to do this level.

But Zhao Mu just walked into the classroom and didn’t know what Professor Yang Ning was talking about, nor did he know what the question he just asked, and where to answer it?

After calming down, Zhao Mu felt embarrassed, "Sorry, Professor Yang, I didn't hear your question clearly just now. Can you give me some tips?"

A clamor suddenly sounded in the professor, accompanied by whispers, and many people looked at Zhao Mu with contempt.

Who is on the stage? He is Professor Yang Ning, an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and one of the top physicists in China. It is a blessing that many people can't even ask for when they can listen to his lectures. This guy actually dares to be a wanderer in class. Can such a guy become a student of the Imperial Capital University?

Zhao Mu's keen hearing can hear many people's contempt for him, and he feels even more embarrassed.

Despite this, Zhao Mu still stood straight.

If you have any mistakes, you must admit it and if you are beaten, you must stand at attention.

You must be brave to admit the mistakes you make, and at the same time you must be brave to bear the subsequent discussions.

Looking at Zhao Mu's straight waist, Professor Yang Ning was still smiling and said nothing. He circled his fingers, which was exactly where he just mentioned, and then asked the question again.

As soon as Professor Yang Ning's question came out, most people in the classroom began to frown and entered deep thoughts, and were stumped by this question.

Looking at the circle circled on the big screen, Zhao Mu's head started to run at high speed.

How to get back the lost face?

Use your own abilities to prove yourself.

The known conditions in the circle are obviously not enough to answer Professor Yang Ning's question, and Zhao Mu's eyes quickly swept across other contents outside the circle.

Professor Yang Ning’s problem is very difficult, and it is also close to the problems that are often encountered in life today.

Everyone else in the classroom was thinking hard, and many people began to scratch their scalp. It was not unreasonable that many smart people were bald. The ancestors had long had deep experience in this and created the word "smart".

Gradually, the awkward smile on Zhao Mu's face disappeared, and he gradually showed a confident expression.

"Professor Yang, can I go to the podium to answer?"

Professor Yang Ning glanced at Zhao Mu, "Student, are you sure you have thought of the answer? You can think about it for a few more minutes without any problem."

"No, I believe my answer is correct."

"Okay, since that's the case, you can come on stage to answer."

Zhao Mu strode towards the podium. How can he find the lost face? Create achievements that others cannot achieve, and find them in their surprise.

After walking onto the podium, Zhao Mu picked up his pen without hesitation and started writing. His pen was like a dragon and a snake without stopping.

"Okay, Brother Third has passed this level." The anxiety on Huang Yan's face below the stage disappeared.

Wu Xin looked unhappy, "Tsk, look at this guy's confidence. It's rare to have the chance to see him embarrass him once, but he actually escaped."

Most of the people in the classroom who didn't know Zhao Mu were still surprised and confused. This guy came up with the answer so quickly. Is it true? Professor Yang Ning's questions are recognized as difficult. Most of the questions have even been retained in the school for several years but no students can answer them.

People who don’t know Zhao Mu don’t believe that Zhao Mu can answer it so quickly, but those who know Zhao Mu already have a premonition. Perhaps the questions left by Professor Yang Ning this time will not become an unsolved mystery.
Chapter completed!
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