"Is that for real? Who has a calculator to check it out?"
"Even with a calculator it's no use, who even remembers what Wan Meizhen just asked?"
...
Indeed, not many people remembered that question, not even the person who asked it.
It was exactly this point Wan Meizhen seized upon, dubiously remarking, "Even I don't remember the question I asked, so I can't tell if your answer is right."
"No worries, I just recorded it." A discordant voice suddenly cut through.
Everyone looked over, realizing it was Ming Ruochu who had spoken up.
Ming Ruochu raised her phone, playing the recording: "12065456 plus 16545645 minus 4565456 plus 213 minus 45654 plus 465456 minus 123132 equals what?"
The voice was crystal clear, without a single digit misplaced.
Wan Meizhen clenched her fists so tight that her nails dug into her flesh, yet she felt no pain.
That little wretch Ming Ruochu had messed up her plans several times before, and now she was at it again—Meizhen would deal with her later!