Zhang Ye smiled, “Time for the fourth question?”
Immediately, there were countless number of people who voluntarily raised up their hands.
“You then, the one in yellow.” Zhang Ye pointed to a person.
This was a Junior-year female senior. She was good in her studies and was one of the top students, even in Peking University. She was well-liked by her teachers, and she was well known amongst the students. However, this bespectacled girl had a problem. She liked to dwell on a problem, and was a cultural hipster. She liked to ask teachers technical questions, stunning them without any forewarning, hence the teachers both loved and hated her.
“It’s Senior Song.”
“Man, this question will probably be profound!”
“That’s right, Senior Song has the nickname of “Half a Teacher” in Peking University.”