I'm A Math Idiot, So What? - Chapter 12

I lay on the desk in despair.

Should I discuss some hush money with this freak? Sometimes, one has to know when to bend and when to stand tall. Look at Han Xin enduring humiliation, Goujian lying on firewood to taste gall, and Sima Qian enduring his own trials —

Taking history as a lesson, a temporary compromise can lead to peace, and retreat can lead to broader horizons.

But what if he keeps extorting me afterward? Just think about the “Five cities today, ten cities tomorrow, and then a peaceful night’s sleep” strategy of the Six States that led to their destruction by the State of Qin, or the appeasement of fascists at the Munich Conference by the United Kingdom and France, or the Jingkang Humiliation —

Taking history as a lesson, a temporary compromise leads to ovarian cysts, retreat to breast hyperplasia.

What should I do?

I carefully considered my options, my heart heavy with tension until the end of class.

This was the first time since attending “The Beauty of Mathematics” that I didn’t fall asleep — a historic moment that would bring tears to my teacher’s eyes and silence from my father.

The class bell rang.

I packed up my things slowly, my ears twitching like antennas, wishing my eyes were like those of a flatfish, with one eye on any movement behind me and the other watching Professor Fang at the podium. Meanwhile, a group of little Hua Luogengs gathered around Professor Fang, discussing esoterics.

Fang Congxin leisurely stood up and made his way to the podium, leaning against the white wall next to the blackboard, casually sending messages on his phone as if he were waiting for Professor Fang to finish a meal.

Seeing the conspicuous white mark on his pant leg, I couldn’t help but feel some regret. As the saying goes, it’s better to provoke a gentleman than a villain. A scoundrel like him, with neither morality nor gratitude, naturally bears grudges and seeks revenge for the slightest offense.

Had I known earlier, I wouldn’t have stretched my leg. Stretching it out longer might have caused him to fall in a full 360-degree Thomas spin, leaving him bedridden for half a year…

I gave him a cold glance, staying silent.

He looked over the crowd at me, raised his eyebrows provocatively, as if he relished my disdain while knowing I couldn’t do anything about it.

I’ve always had a temperament where a gentle stroke makes me purr, but going against the grain makes me explode. His arrogant demeanor, armed with his leverage over me, infuriated me completely. Recklessly, I thought, to hell with it. I just copied a homework assignment and didn’t even get it right. If you want to make a big deal out of it, go ahead.Whether you’re here or not, I’m going to fail anyway, so I’m done taking crap from you!

With that thought, I swept everything from the desk into an eco-friendly bag, flipped him off from a distance, and coolly slipped out the back door.

Ha, what a waste of those good looks.

Memo from Fang Congxin:
She has no impression of me. She seems foolish in a way that’s endearing. She tripped me, but I didn’t feel any pain, it actually felt kind of sweet.