Halfway through the class, perhaps Professor Zhao noticed something, and suddenly brought up a question. His gaze swept around the students, and everyone instinctively shifted their gaze or used their books to cover their faces. But Lu Shishu sat perfectly straight, unafraid of being called upon. She attended class sincerely to learn, not for any flashy reasons. As long as she did her homework and listened to the lecture, the questions posed by Professor Zhao were considered common knowledge and basic coursework, even if a few were tricky. For an insider, they were actually not difficult.
"That young man in the white T-shirt, please answer my question!" Professor Zhao's gaze finally settled on Nan Jiayan.
Being called by Professor Zhao, everyone's attention turned to Nan Jiayan. He could feel the eyes of the crowd and Lu Shishu on him, first stunned for a moment, then looked around, glanced at Professor Zhao, and smiled while pointing at himself, "Is Professor Zhao talking to me?"
