"Nan Thorne, you come up to the board and solve this problem," Phoenix Golding suddenly called out, her eyes dark and unreadable.
It was math class, and first-grade math was incredibly simple—just addition and subtraction within ten. Nan Thorne could do it with her eyes closed. But the problem Phoenix Golding wrote was clearly not for first-graders.
7+8=?
Nan Thorne sneered to herself. The problem was clearly beyond the curriculum. 'This Phoenix Golding... some might call her clever, but she always tries to be too clever for her own good. To use such a petty trick on a child... she's truly crooked.'
"Hurry up. Don't hold up the lesson. If you can't solve it, go stand outside."
Phoenix Golding gloated inwardly. 'This damn brat definitely can't solve it. This way, I can justifiably make her stand outside all day long. So what if the Thorne family is powerful? They still had to obediently deliver this brat right into my hands.'
