When Mi Xueer pulled him back to the classroom, Su Jingzhen found that the atmosphere in the classroom was a bit weird. The students looked at him as if they were carrying something, some alienation, pity, hatred, and mocking?

Hum? What's wrong? Su Jingzhen was a little curious. Although everyone was nodding before, there was no special emotional stalk in it. At most, it was a sense of alienation. But what the hell is the mocking look now?

Su Jingzhen walked back to his seat with doubts. John poked him with his elbow and said, "What's wrong with them?" Even the tough guy John of North Carolina found that there was something wrong, let alone Michelle and the others.

Mike volunteered, "I'll go and ask."

Mixue'er pursed her lips and said unhappily: "It must be that John spoke too loudly just now, letting everyone know what was said in the newspaper."

John retorted innocently, "How is this possible? I'm very quiet OK."

Nancy glanced at John, covered her head and said, "You outdated quarterback, usually speaks with roar. Your low voice is a normal voice for everyone."

John opened his mouth, not knowing where to start...

The quarterback has to command the game and launch an offense. He relies on yelling on the court, otherwise the football field is so big and the voice is small, and his teammates won't hear it.

After a while, Mike walked back, his expression was a little weird, as if he was sneering but angry.

"What's wrong? Why are you doing this expression?" John saw Mike's facial expression comparable to that of a professional actor, and rushed to ask.

“There was a student from India over there who also brought a newspaper and said that it was absolutely impossible for us to use mathematical models.

He also said that Su's mathematical knowledge cannot support such a topic, and roughly the meaning is that our team is actually the white gloves of the academy.

Of course, he didn't say this directly, but everyone could understand what he said." Mike's expression finally became normal and he explained with a sneer.

"Is it the one named Sangma?" John narrowed his eyes and his face was slightly ferocious.

"Don't you do it randomly. Didn't the professor say that he will fight back tomorrow? Then look at his stupid expression." Su Jingzhen sat next to John. Seeing that the North Carolina tough guy seemed to want to do something, he quickly stopped him. He knew what kind of temper is John, especially those who run a farm at home. He just pulled out his gun if he had a disagreement.

"Okay, I'll deal with this matter. Smart people talk, stupid people take action, John, don't make trouble." Mixue'er also had a cold expression, and it seemed that the fat girl felt uncomfortable.

Su Jingzhen didn't think there was anything, so you just laugh at me. Can you make money by ridicule? His small team put the money in his pocket with real money, and with the interests as a bond, the five people were united in the same hatred when facing such a thing. You can tell when you look at Nancy frowning beside him. Even the black girl felt that Ah San was very annoying, and that the third brother was not far from death.

Unfortunately, the third brother didn't know that it had aroused public anger, and was still saying something to the surroundings proudly. From time to time, he pointed at the newspaper and secretly aimed at Su Jingzhen's side.

In his heart, he actually looked down on Su Jingzhen's small team at all. Look at a yellow man, a black girl, a big fat girl, and the last two men, one is obviously a sports student. The one named Mike is a little more normal, but how many nails can a person hit?

In his eyes, Su Jingzhen and his group of people were just scumbags. The teachers from the college must have seen that there were many stupid people in this team and were easily controlled, so they asked them to do the paper.

And this matter is also very obvious. You see, the yellow man is the first signing person. If something happens, he can throw him out to blame him directly.

In the United States, how common is a yellow man suspected of academic forgery? Such things have happened in East Asia, Japan, and South Korea. Now there is a Yu Xia man, which is not too strange.

"You read that the newspapers say it very clearly. A first-year college student will never have such a lot of knowledge. If you are yourself, would you use mathematical models? Can he be smarter than you? Is this the truth?

Let’s take a look at these mathematical models. Let’s take a look at the textbooks. Each of them involves advanced mathematics, probability theory, and mathematical statistics. Don’t talk about anything else. Now have you figured out what non-uniform variables are?

With so many knowledge points, no one here can master them by himself. So why can he? His grades are not higher than us, nor are they a genius. So why can he master mathematical models flexibly? A smart person can tell at a glance that there must be something strange about it?”

Sangma is still popularizing science to the students surrounding him, using everyone's personal experience as an argument to show that Su Jingzhen's paper is forged.

"It makes sense. I don't even understand the statistics taught in the school now, let alone mathematical models." One of the white classmates said a little indignantly, speaking loudly, and even Su Jingzhen, who was sitting behind the classroom, could hear it.

Not only can John not stand this, but even Mike felt that it was a bit too much. If you can't learn statistics well yourself, then people all over the world shouldn't learn it well? Although in a small team, the worst of mathematics is them.

The North Carolina tough guy grinned, stared at the white man tightly, and was about to stand up. Su Jingzhen quickly pressed his shoulder and said, "Don't be impulsive, even if you want to fight, don't be in the classroom. Wouldn't you think of other ways? I'm just rushing around, I wonder if you are a quarterback."

In American football, the quarterback acts as the team's brain. It can be said that the team's offense is initiated by it, and it is a position that requires superb football quotient.

After hearing this, John turned his head and said quietly: "I am an offensive quarterback."

Su Jingzhen was so choked by his words that even Mi Xueer, who was angry beside her, was amused. It turned out that the resentment in everyone's heart disappeared without a trace with the laughter.

Some of the students in front of the classroom were watching the reactions of Su Jingzhen and others. Suddenly, they all laughed on their faces and felt a little strange. Those students who did not participate in the ridicule thought that Su Jingzhen and the others were quite generous and had a broad personality.

"Okay, they say theirs, we do ours, and the money is all in our pockets. Could it be that what they say, the money we earned hard will disappear? Obviously not, so ignore them." Su Jingzhen was not afraid of trouble, but whoever takes action first will suffer. Mixue'er was right before, only stupid people take action.

After hearing his words, John and Michelle were too lazy to pay attention to the group of students with envy and jealous eyes. They all sat in the back seat of the classroom, took out their textbooks, and prepared for class.

After a while, a typical American fat aunt came to the classroom. She is the assistant teacher in the advanced mathematics subject. She usually teaches. As for those professors, the dragon is not seen but rarely appears in the classroom.

As soon as the fat aunt entered the door, she looked up at someone. When she saw Su Jingzhen and the others, she knocked on the desk and pointed to Su Jingzhen's direction and said, "Su, this time I did a good job. The math teachers in the college support you. When I was in the office just now, Professor Lin asked me to bring a message and let you go to his office when it is convenient. He welcomes your visit very much."

Some of the students sitting in the front half of the classroom looked back at Su Jingzhen, while others looked at Asan San Sangema. This was not right from what he said just now. Didn’t Su Jingzhen and the others pretend to be fake? Why did the teacher praise them?

Sangema was also quite depressed. He just wanted to say that the teacher asked Su Jingzhen and the others to fake it. Didn’t the newspaper say it clearly? The title said that it was a major in the college.

But he was afraid that if this was heard, he would be scolded by the teachers, so he did not dare to make it clear. Now that the teacher has indeed come forward to support the yellow man.

When the classmate turned to look at him, he didn't dare to stand up to defend himself. The assistant teacher in the substitute class was still on the teaching platform. If he just said that the assistant teacher was talking nonsense, Su Jingzhen must have made a falsification. Isn't this just a silly person? He is not so stupid.

"Thank you Dai Xi. After class, I will go to the office building to visit Professor Lin." Su Jingzhen heard that he was named, but fortunately it was a good thing, so he quickly stood up and expressed his gratitude to the assistant who was already familiar with.

"Okay, everyone is quiet. Next, we will talk about the mathematical model used in Su's thesis based on the rumors in the morning." Fat aunt Dai Xi knocked on the teaching table again to calm everyone down and began to talk about cases that the students were very interested in today.

Mixue'er, who was sitting next to Su Jingzhen, pursed her lips, held back her smile, and wrote a small note with a pen, and handed it to Su Jingzhen who had just sat down.

"You are going to be famous..." Su Jingzhen glanced at the small note, which was briefly written on it, and then there was a smile.

After thinking for a moment, Su Jingzhen also picked up the pen and drew an expression on the note: →_→, looking at the little girl next to him with disgust.

Puchi...

Mixue'er couldn't help laughing when she saw this expression. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and lowered her head and covered her mouth.

Nancy next to her looked at the notes, then looked at Mi Xueer's happy look, with helpless look on her face, and felt full of disgust. Hey, girl, you are about to fall.

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