Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After Rong Qi delivered her opening statement, the murmuring below never ceased.
Sheng Jian frowned as he watched Rong Qi on the stage, enduring a barrage of questions from all sides, his hand clenched tightly over his chest.
On the stage, Rong Qi, dressed simply, maintained her composure, her cool demeanor and defiant stance evident.
âHow similar she is to Chu Jing! In the past, when Chu Jing was questioned, she would stand like this, quietly listening to the end, leaving it to her mood to respond or not. If she felt good, sheâd briefly explain to those people; if not, sheâd proceed with her experiments as if nothing had happened.â Sheng Jian thought.
Watching Rong Qiâs slender figure standing on the stage, Sheng Jian suddenly felt a twinge of sympathy.
âMr. Sheng, are you nervous?â
Suddenly, a head popped up beside Sheng Jian, interrupting his thoughts.
Sheng Jian turned his head to see Xu Yi touching his nose and said, âAre you that idle? Sheâs being questioned, and you can still laugh?â
Xu Yi blinked, confidently saying, âItâs not the first time weâve faced this. Iâm used to it. Donât worry, Mr. Sheng, Madam will definitely turn the situation around! Just wait to be blown away by her.â
Sheng Jian, who hadnât experienced the previous events, remained skeptical of Xu Yiâs assurance.
Inside the classroom, besides Sheng Jian, others also felt uncomfortable.
Rong Qi had protected and been with her students for a semester. She had a complex feeling after being criticized like that.
Lu Qi also watched the figure on the stage with concern, tugging at her protesting fatherâs sleeve and said, âStop it, Dad. Sheâs a good instructor, and you all donât understand her.â
However, unbeknownst to Lu Qi, other parents heard her comment.
The criticism grew louder, âIf she really was good, she should teach properly, not be absent for a whole semester, letting you autonomously PK with Class 1 and be laughed at!â
âIt was our voluntary decision to PK with Class 1, what does it have to do with Ms. Seven?â Huang Hao couldnât help but retort loudly.
But before Huang Hao could say much, he was slapped on the back of the head by someone sitting next to him. Huang Hao bit his lip, his face full of defiance.
âLook at Class lâs results; do you even qualify to compare? Donât you think you are very far behind?â
The more they talked, the angrier they got, almost losing control of their emotions.
However, as their voices grew louder, suddenly someone exclaimed from below.
âThe grades are out! Look quickly!â
The parents who had been questioning quieted instantly, snatching up their phones to check. Their gazes swiftly scanned the first column of names, searching for their childrenâs. There was a momentary pause, then pupils dilated in shock!
âAm I seeing things?â
After focusing again, the classroom was filled with a chorus of gasps.
âHow can they have such high scores?!â
On the report card, every studentâs performance in every subject was clearly recorded, showing continuous improvement from their first evaluations to the final exams, reaching near-perfect scores and perfect scores!
Such results were beyond the parentsâ wildest dreams. Yet there they were, clearly displayed on the report, with many perfect scores, and the occasional eighty or ninety standing out starkly.
âIs⦠is this all real? Itâs not some forgery to fool us, is it?â
Doubt arose among the parents.
Rong Qi, holding the microphone, said, âIf you donât trust the numbers on this sheet, you can check the scores yourselves in the universityâs academic system. The scores have been entered by the instructors from the Academic Affairs office. The class rankings will also be released shortly..â