Rong Qi, It's Your Turn

This was the professor's practice, he would assign a question from the next lesson, and someone had to come up with a solution. If the person solved it correctly, the class ended; if not, the entire class had to complete an extra set of exercises.

This essentially meant that the person selected was carrying the fate of the entire Class 7 on the shoulders.

No one wanted to be the lucky one. Surprisingly, Lu Qi, who had just been chosen, felt relieved at the moment.

The old professor wrote a question on the blackboard about modifying coefficients for the next chapter's content.

Preview assignments had always been a mysterious affair, rarely attempted by students. And especially so for Class 7, a class filled with low-achievers. To them, even just completing the assignments given by their mentor was a divine blessing.

So, when the members of the Class 7 saw those symbols on the board, it felt like a curse, and their lamentations filled the air.