Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Tang Lin blushed under Rong Qiâs gaze. For the subject of international trade he taught to Class 7, he deducted as many points as he could, picking at every little fault. After adding the regular and final exam scores and calculating their respective percentages, the highest score was only 79, with the lowest at 63, barely scraping by.
If it werenât for the few small faults not caught during the term and the solid final exam scores underpinning them, the whole class might well have failed.
Rong Qi displayed the paper for all to see and said, âNow, no one should accuse me of being unfair, right?â
Taught by the same instructor, Class 7âs International Trade results were a sorry sight compared to Class lâs. What made it even more ironic was that Class 7âs exam results were nearly perfect, while only a few from Class 1 came close to perfect. Even so, Class 1 managed to rank highly thanks to other bonus points. It was quite intriguing indeed.
Tang Lin himself felt embarrassed, thinking he had been too narrow-minded. Compared to Rong Qi, who had always been unbiased and fair in grading Class lâs regular scores, his actions now seemed petty.
âItâs getting late, I should go to the class meeting now. The parents should all be there by now,â said Tang Lin.
With flushed cheeks, Tang Lin took the report card and left. His departure had all the hallmarks of a hasty retreat.
âI should also go to the class meeting now. You can announce the grade rankings on the campus network. I donât want to wait for you,â said Rong Qi. She also left the office with the report cards for Class 7.
The other instructors also dispersed to their respective classrooms to prepare for the class meetings. Soon, the room was left with only a group of non-class instructors, President Zhang, Qiu Yonggen, and Xing Han.
âXing Han, you and Han Yi tally up the scores and then post them on the campus network,â President Zhang instructed.
âSure, will do.â Xing Han responded. As he went off to tally the rankings, he couldnât help but admire Rong Qi even more. The sheer turnaround for Class 7 was something beyond his imagination.
Meanwhile, Han Yi felt as if a layer of dust had settled over his heart, not quite enthusiastic.
On the campus forum, discussions were already underway.
[All final exam grades are out. It will soon be revealed who won the bet between Class 1 and Class 7. If you havenât placed your bet, donât miss out on the chance before the results are announced!]n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
[I still believe in Class 1. Class 7 has hardly been seen studying; they canât surpass Class 1.]
[Me too. Iâm also placing another bet on Class 1.]
[Do you dare to believe that Class 7 actually clamored to hand in their papers early during the final exams? They obviously didnât take it seriously, Iâm betting on Class 1 too.]
Two tallied columns stood side by side, and bets on Class 7 didnât even reach a quarter of those on Class 1. Only a small fraction of people placed their bets on Class 7.
[Sorry, but Iâm a bit rebellious; Iâm betting on Class 7.]
[I like to be different. My betâs on Class 7.]
[Class 7âs Rong Qi is pretty good-looking, Iâm swayed by her looks. Winning or losing isnât important. I want to support the beauty. Iâm betting on Class 7.]
[Hmm⦠Class 7 is pretty goofy, Iâm quite earthy, and I like goofy, so Iâm also betting on Class 7.]
[Zhuang Ling mentioned Class 7 before, I trust Zhuang Ling, and Iâm also betting on Class 7.]
[Get lost! Zhuang Ling is mine! Iâm betting on Class 7!]
[Pah! Zhuang Ling is mine! Iâm claiming Class 7!]
And just like that, Class 7âs betting floor steadily climbed thanks to various bizarre reasons, quickly pulling back quite a bit, from one-fourth to one-third. The Class 7 students watched the buzzing comments, their faces filled with confusion.
âWho is this Zhuang Ling? Some gallant knightâs name in the underworld?â
âNo idea, as far as I know, no one in our class uses that name.â
âShow-offs.. How did this even work? Did they forget about Han Ning?â