C12 Complex Function Question

In the end, Sharaf only gave them a single day for the two of them to complete the sheet of questions and hand it back in during the next mathematics class tomorrow.

At this moment, Yang Daozhen continued to teach the rest of his lesson for the day, but a trace of pride would occasionally flash through his eyes.

Rollins quickly glanced through the questions on the paper.

The first thing he noticed was a question regarding the trigonometric function that Rollins had never seen before in his life. Furthermore, the question — close to ten lines in length — dazzled Rollins and caught him off guard.

[Ding! Reading complex trigonometric questions... Junior Junior Martinrtinth Ability: +1, Current Progress: 19/100…]

"System, how much experience does it take to solve this question?"

[Ding! Receiving Host Request... Scanning Topic... Analyzing... Analysis completed.]

[According to the Host's current 'Junior Junior Martinrtinth Ability' level, you'll need at least eleven more experience points to solve this problem dealing with the trigonometric function.]

Eleven experience points!

Fortunately, it did not look like much in his eyes.

Rollins immediately flipped through the math textbook in front of him, hoping to gain more experience from doing so.

However, in the eyes of the students in the class, this was just a temporary act of courtesy.

"Like I said, Rollins is definitely only good at English. He isn't good at any other subjects at all."

"Trash will always be trash. His efforts will be futile no matter how hard he tries to climb up the ladder."

"I heard that Christ is acquainted with many second and third-year students. So, the questions shouldn't be too difficult for him to solve with their help."

After a long while, Rollins placed down his textbook dejectedly.

It seemed that the math textbook from this semester has already finished serving its purpose for him.

As he had expected, there was no point in reading it over again since he would not gain anymore experience in doing so.

Rollins could not help but glance at Christ, who was sitting a few seats in front of him. However, he noticed that Christ seemed to be unfazed by the sheet of math questions as if he somehow had a plan in mind.

How strange...

When he was taking the entrance exam, Christ's score was not much higher than his. So, why was he so confident that he could solve this problem that dealt with something he has yet to learn?

Seeing Rollins furrow his brows, Persia could not help but whisper to him some words of encouragement, "Ah Hong, don't worry. I believe you can do it!"

Hearing Persia's voice, Rollins suddenly reignited the blazing flames in her eyes.

He turned to Persia and asked, "Persia, could you help me borrow some math textbooks of the second and third years?

"The math textbooks of the second and third years?"

Persia was startled and frowned: "Hmm... The third-year math textbook would be rather difficult to get, but I'll try to see whether I can get my hands on the second-year one or not."

"It just so happens that the son of one of my mom's colleagues, Ethan, is currently a second-year in our high school."

"Nice!" Rollins was just asking out of curiosity, but he did not expect Persia to actually be able to get one.

However, Persia quickly asked in doubt, "Ah Hong, what do you need the second-year math textbook for? Could it happen to contain the answers to the math questions?"

"Even if it did, would you be able to finish reading the textbook and solve the questions all in a single day with the guidance of a teacher?"

Rollins revealed a mysterious smile, "Don't worry, I have my ways."

"..."

That afternoon, after school had ended, the entrance to the class (7) of the second years opened.

At that moment, Christ rushed there and blocked the back door of the class.

Just as a weak figure was about to leave quietly with the crowd, Christ, who was quick on the uptake, stepped forward and grabbed him by his shirt.

"Stop! There's no need to run. I don't bite."

Having been scared away by the ferocity of Christ, the whole corridor suddenly became empty.

The boy who had his clothes grabbed by Christ wore a pair of tall glasses and was now trembling in fear. One could tell at a glance that he was a bookworm.

He lowered his head in fear, "Brother Loong, wh-what orders do you have for me?"

Christ shoved the sheet of paper given by Sharaf into the weak boy's arms and said fiercely, "Ethan, aren't you a bookworm? I have a task for you."

"Solve this problem for me before tomorrow, or I will cripple your legs!"

"Do you hear me?!"