
The teacher of this class immediately recognized the person, with sparkling eyes he said to the Deputy Chief: "They are members of the inspection team for the physics competition this time."
When Fenny's father, Gian, heard him, he immediately put down the phone, with a hopeful smile he approached and said, "There's someone in their class who deserves to be visited by this Young Master?"
I leaned against the corner of the wall, no matter how I heard it thoughtlessly, he said the words one by one, "Julias."
The class teacher's smile became stiff, while I looked at her in confusion.
The atmosphere was silent for about five seconds, politely Ferdawson added, "I heard he's in your class, can you call him?"
In an instant, the gaze of me and the classroom teacher met in the air, his eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.
After a long while, the classroom teacher retracted her gaze, and her eyelids twitched loudly, "Why are you looking for Yulias, has she done any trouble?"
"No," Ferdawson with a strange face denied it, after thinking for a few seconds, he took out a piece of paper from inside his bag and opened it, "I just wanted to ask him for help in solving this last phase of physics."
Class teacher: "..."
The class teacher snatched the paper from Ferdawson's hand and checked it carefully several times, "What paper is this?"
Ferdawson replied, "This is the exam sheet for the city-level physics competition."
The class teacher's pupils were surprised, "You must be wrong, Yulias is not in this competition at all, how could he possibly solve a matter like this!"
Ferdawson frowned, looking rather displeased, he continued, "It can't be wrong, this is the copy I copied from my uncle, the competition is very difficult, only Yulias can solve the last sub-problem of this great matter, I will not be mistaken."
After he finished speaking, he suspiciously looked towards the class teacher, "Is Yulias not from your class?"
Ferdawson's words were too full of information, the class teacher's brain was unable to think of how I could get the competition exam sheet this time around.
Hearing a question from Ferdawson, he reflexively refuted, "Of course Yulias is from our class."
"Where is he then?"
The class teacher looked back at me, stammering with her lips.
A moment later, I tapped on Ferdawson's shoulder from behind, "Hi, are you looking for me?"
Ferdawson's calm expression faded very quickly, he looked at me, observed from top to bottom, then said, "Are you Yulias?"
"Yes." Yeah."
I smiled superficially, "Ah, being punished standing up, not looking huh?"
"..."
Ferdawson and I were together crouching in a corner of the wall outside the classroom, listening to my explanation of how to solve the problem.
Regardless of how the class teacher called him to enter the classroom, he refused expressionlessly, "No."
By insinuating, he added, "If Yulias can crouch down, I can too."
The class teacher was so angry that his face became red like a chicken heart.
As the lesson was about to end, I finally finished explaining the matter, before leaving, Ferdawson asked for my contact, "Now there's an inter-school exam let's discuss the matters."
I gave him my phone number, after Ferdawson had carefully stored it, he asked with deep meaning, "The boss doesn't like you, huh?"
I'm surprised, "Huh?" and asked, "Obviously seen?"
He did not reply, his lips carrying a smile, "I almost understand."
"Oh?"
"It's okay, I'll see you later."
At that time I did not understand what Ferdawson meant.
But two weeks later, when I saw Ferdawson in the hall, I finally understood, which he meant by "see you later."
There are seven high schools that are the flagship schools of the city level, every year they hold this inter-school exam.
Before the inter-school exams, as a way to stir up the spirit, each school will hold a seminar for the students who are ranked in the top hundred. This year the seminar was held at our school.
Each school will also send their best representative to give a speech, High School Tiga sends the person is Ferdawson.
While our school…
I looked at the fat Head of Workmanship, tenaciously combing his hair down the middle, expressionless face saying, "Speech? You never ask me first."