Yan Xinxin could only grit her teeth and walk up to the podium, but looking at the problem in front of her, she honestly felt dizzy.
"The rest of the class, please solve the problem in your textbook."
Mo Chuxi's magnetic voice resonated by her ear, and the girls in class obediently began writing their answers.
Yan Xinxin stood at the blackboard in frustration, picking up the pen.
"If you can't solve it, accompany me to bed tonight."
"..."
That magnetic voice suddenly swept by her ear with an ambiguous tone.
Yan Xinxin felt her cheeks heat up. She turned her head slightly and caught the man's deep, enigmatic gaze.
"Look at that Yan Xinxin, pretending not to know again."
"Exactly, her advanced math grades are the best in the class."
Some girls below noticed Yan Xinxin frozen in place and immediately began to stir in annoyance.
"She's definitely pretending not to know so Young Master Mo will teach her."
"So shameless!"
