Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 411 - 276 Yang Qiange’s character collapses!_3

Today, she considered it a test of her learning outcomes.

In her phone, she opened a simple editor interface and input a string of English, effortlessly searching for Yang Qiange’s Wi-Fi hotspot.

Jiang Yunzhou watched from the side, "Not bad, that’s the way to do it."

He didn’t ask Xia Ye what she planned to do; he was just helping her check the steps. After all, no matter what Little Fairy wanted to do, he wouldn’t say a word of ’no’.

The first step was complete. As for the next step...

Jiang Yunzhou’s expression showed difficulty, an instinctual fear: "The next step is to go over to uncle... Little Fairy, I really can’t help you with this one. You know how uncle is, trying to pull a fast one under his nose is definitely not going to be easy..."

Xia Ye looked up at Jiang Xuan, who had just entered the classroom and turned on the lectern computer. "It’s okay, it should work."

She casually pulled a book from her backpack and headed towards the lectern...

There were five minutes left before class, and Jiang Xuan was looking at the lecture notes Shen Jing had sent him.

"Professor Jiang, can you help me with this problem?"

Jiang Xuan knew who it was just by the voice. He lifted his eyelids and smiled at Xia Ye holding the calculus book, kindly reminding, "I teach economic theory."

Xia Ye wasn’t flustered and pointed at a problem in the book, "Can’t Professor Jiang do a calculus problem?"

Knowing full well she had an ulterior motive, Jiang Xuan still willingly fell into her little trap.

When he took the textbook from her hand, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushed against her delicate fingers, "Which one can’t you do?"

Xia Ye then took the opportunity to move around the lectern, standing next to the computer tower, and pointed at the problem in the book, "Just that one, you just need to write down the steps for me."

Jiang Xuan shook his head helplessly, gave the problem a quick glance, and began to write.

The big question Xia Ye randomly pointed to was actually not covered in the professor’s lectures because it was beyond the syllabus. A lesson might not suffice to complete it, so the professor left it for them to try on their own if interested, and discuss with him privately later.

Yet for such a question, Jiang Xuan didn’t even need time to think. As his eyes swept over the problem, his computer-like brain had already processed a solution.

A few minutes later, a lengthy sequence of steps was written in the blank space beneath the problem.

This detailed solution was a treasure coveted by countless students.

"It’s done, take it," said Jiang Xuan. When he looked at Xia Ye, her hand was reaching away from the computer tower.

Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

Xia Ye took the textbook from his hand with a smile, then bowed politely, "Nothing, thank you, Professor Jiang."

Jiang Xuan was silent for a few seconds: ...

Thereafter, the entire public economics class proceeded as usual.

It seemed like there really wasn’t any issue.

The class ended smoothly, and like before, Jiang Xuan left ten minutes for students to digest the content of the lesson.

Public classes weren’t as serious as the specialized courses for each department, so the students were quite relaxed.

Yang Qiange, having finished reviewing her notes, took out her phone and noticed that Zheng Xingxian had sent her a WeChat message at some point.

Xingxian: Xiaoqian, we’ve known each other for so long, but I’ve never heard your voice. Could you send me a voice message?

Yang Qiange’s eyes rolled around. Zheng Xingxian didn’t know her, so even if he heard her voice, it wouldn’t matter.

Moreover, if he heard her voice was sweet, he’d surely be even less impressed with Qi Ran, which meant more torment for Qi Ran.

There were many people in the lecture hall, so if she spoke in a breathy voice into the microphone, others wouldn’t hear her.

With that thought, Yang Qiange turned aside, buried her head in her arm, and speaking into the phone receiver tucked underneath, she said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Xingxian brother, I’m your Xiaoqian~"

She was so focused on speaking that she didn’t notice the big screen in the front of the lecture hall had changed.

On the screen wasn’t anything else but the WeChat chat interface between Yang Qiange and Zheng Xingxian.

"Who’s projecting their phone onto Professor Jiang’s screen?"

"What’s this about? It seems so intimate... Are they chatting with a boyfriend?"

Yang Qiange hadn’t yet realized what happened when she sent the voice message. She deliberately played it first to make sure her voice was sweet enough.

Just as she clicked on the voice message, the audio on the big screen was also activated.

The next second, Yang Qiange’s voice, clear and unmistakable through the 3D surround sound speakers surrounding the lectern, played throughout the lecture hall—