My Classmate is 200 Million Years Old

o they didn’t dare to copy someone else’s work blatantly.
Not only so, Fang Zhi usually only touched on important questions during class, so it was a must to understand how the formula worked.
Therefore everyone gathered around to study and figure it out.

Therefore when Xuan Mo walked in, there weren’t a lot of people who noticed Xuan Mo walking in.
Even if they did, the first thing that occurred to them was to do away with the idea of surrounding the area to ask about the question.
Xuan Mo on the other hand owing to her geographical proximity stretched her hand at Yi Hai Lan: “Hand me your notebook.”

The bunch of students froze.
Yi Hai Lan asked with widened eyes: “Didn’t you know how to solve it?!”

“Enh.” Xuan Mo admitted, but her hand was still stretched, “notebook.” 

Yi Hai Lan almost handed her his notebook under her imposing aura.
However, there were many pairs of eyes staring at him so he could only clench his teeth: “Sis, there’s a lot of people here who’s waiting for my explanation with the steps.
Just write anything for the questions, there’s only four of them.”

Xuan Mo raised her brows: “It doesn’t matter if I didn’t have the steps?”

“As long as you know how to do it, it’s fine.” Someone else asked Yi Hai Lan something.
Lin Yue Yue and her friends rolled their eyes at Xuan Mo discreetly before pointing at the steps to ask Yi Hai Lan.
There were many people around nodding and anticipating his reply.

Hence, Xuan Mo turned back, sat down swiftly and lied on the desk, unmoving.

After finally sending off the entire group of them, Yi Hai Lan saw Xuan Mo still on the desk unmoving.
Previously if he were to reject her, she’d either be down enough to cry, turn away or immediately break into tears, but now…

He was starting to be unsure.
When he’s trying to determine Xuan Mo’s feelings, he’s starting to use words like previously and now, but it seemed like her reactions from previously were no longer correct… if that was the case then he was completely at loss in the determination of her feelings.

He scratched his head.
He was still a little worried, so he gingerly patted Xuan Mo’s shoulders.

Xuan Mo turned around, asking: “You’re done explaining?”

“Enh.” Seeing how she didn’t seem to have cried, he figured he was probably catching up on her sleep.
Yi Hai Lan sighed in relief, feeling a little dismayed at the same time, “are you okay? Do you still need my notebook?”

“No.” Xuan Mo rejected swiftly.
Before Yi Hai Lan had the time to be dismayed about her turning down his offer, she continued, “why’d I want something’s that’s wrong.”

“What?” 

“You did it wrongly.” Z L T

“Which question?” Z L T

“Everything.” Z L T

“…” Yi Hai Lan was silent, and on the verge of explosion.
“Han Tao have the same answers as me.”

“I don’t have the same answers as you guys.”

Yi Hai Lan was amused yet angry at her reply.
There were only a few people in class that were able to do the question, so even if they did get one or two wrong, once they compared the answers among themselves, they’d be able to change the wrong ones over.
It’s impossible for the entire class to get everything wrong yet this lil gal who had been wanting to copy their answer just moments ago suddenly decided all of them got it wrong after listening for a while?!

“If you had the answer, why did you still want to copy mine?” He evaded the key issue.

Xuan Mo frowned, appearing a little impatient: “I’m too lazy to write the steps.”

“It’s not much effort to transfer the steps from scrap paper over to your notebook, no? Just copy over straight.”

Xuan Mo didn’t feel like explaining herself, so she turned over and ignored him.

Yi hai Lan was still worried for her.
Everyone knew how Xuan Mo got into the class.
He looked at the question again; the steps to every question took up an entire page worth of space, and it covered a lot of different concepts.
His answer looked so absolutely perfect no matter which angle he looked at his answer.

And so, the notebook Xuan Mo submitted only had her answers.
The math rep later carried the entire slack of notebooks to the office.

When she was submitting her answer, Yi Hai Lan borrowed her notebook to look at her answer; it was indeed different from theirs.