The students quieted down, Yang Zhan snorted coldly, swallowed his anger for the moment, and sat back in his seat.
The teacher hosting the event walked onto the stage and began the opening remarks.
"Welcome, students, to the thesis defense of this year's mathematical modeling competition..."
In the audience, Fang Yuan pulled out her phone and quickly started typing.
[Bao'er, we've encountered a bizarre person who refuses to conform...]
Next to her, the fox Moon Claw crouched in its master's arms, perked up its ears, and looked at Huang Sitong with some danger in its eyes... Foxes are very vengeful!
Bai Mo didn't care much, he just held his apprentice, stroked its chubby belly, relaxed in his chair, and got comfortable.
He looked at the defense teachers in the front row.
"There was supposed to be Old Chen on the committee, but he didn't come today."
