Mary Kinson picked up chalk from the podium, raised her good-looking fox's eye, and glanced at the above topic wantonly.
Chu Baiyu walked towards her lightly,and is about to speak.
But she saw Mary Kinson's footsteps move and began to answer on the blackboard with chalk.
The smooth movement did not stop at all, as if the answer was just writing 12345 for her.
The classroom is quiet only the sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard.
The expressions of the students gradually changed, and few of them could solve problems, but it became more and more incredible to see that Mary Kinson could write so smoothly.
Could Mary Kinson really solve this problem?
After solving the answer, Mary Kinsonput half of the chalk back on the chalk box and patted the dust on the palm of her hand calmly.
Xanvi pursed her mouth and she looked at the blackboard disapprovingly.