So, when they learned of this news, the expressions of everyone in the class varied. Although they were not particularly fond of studying, they still had a sense of collective honor. They all understood deep down that this wasn't about competing—it was about losing face...
After Wang Ziqing announced this, the room fell silent. She paused and then continued, "I would like our classmate Mu Qingli to participate in this afternoon's math competition. Does anyone have any objections?"
Wang Ziqing thought it over and realized that Mu Qingli was the only one in their class who could really shine.
"No objections!" The crowd spoke in unison, their gazes turning toward Mu Qingli, filled with hope yet also tinged with complexity.
Wang Ziqing also looked toward Mu Qingli, seeking her opinion, "Mu Qingli, what do you think?"
Mu Qingli stood up from her seat, her eyes smiling, "Teacher Wang, I have no problem."