Ye Shaohua, in this world, was merely a graduate from a well-known domestic university.
Not even the top domestic university, and certainly not ranked overseas.
Bai Yue's university only enrolled one student from within the country each year, so her statement was somewhat justifiable.
She had always been brimming with confidence. There was no doubt about the right answer to the problem, and it was not Ye Shaohua's place to teach her.
However, she didn't know that the person in front of her was no ordinary individual.
The atmosphere in the hall turned somewhat awkward.
The principal had finally persuaded Ye Shaohua, but he hadn't expected Bai Yue to come and stir up trouble—he immediately stepped forward, wanting to say something.
But he was interrupted by Ye Shaohua, who wasn't particularly angry; she simply beckoned Shen Yan with her finger, "Shen Yan, come here."
All the students in the lecture hall had left; it was empty.