Ma Mingquan also looked in disbelief at Fu Zhi. It took him a long while to process everything that had just transpired, and when he came around to his senses, he hastily said, "Fu Zhi, it's good to have a dream, and as your teacher, I will support your dream. But there's a fine line between having a dream and daydreaming!"
"Hah, daydreaming," Qian Wenrui scoffed coldly. "Are you not afraid of biting your own tongue while you're making such a statement? A bad student will forever be a bad student. That is a fact that will never change, and there is no way they will defeat my class in terms of academic performance."
A hint of annoyance crossed Fu Zhi's eyes.
Song Fang pressed his lips nervously and then saw Fu Zhi narrowing her eyes and said, "So? As far as I know, the average score of your class is not the highest in our school, so what makes you think that we can't surpass your class?"
Qian Wenrui and the students of Class 1 were stunned.
