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Chapter 512: The Grades Are Out

Chapter 512: The Grades Are Out


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Cla.s.s 7 students were watching the updates on the campus forum, waiting for their grades to be released. Meanwhile, the parents who had come to attend the parent-teacher meeting were getting impatient.


“Why haven’t your instructor shown up yet? Did she stand us up? Didn’t she know our time is precious? This is a waste of our time!”


“The instructor is too irresponsible. She hasn’t shown up for the entire term, and she’s not coming for the report card day either? At least she should let us see what they’ve learned this semester!”


“Needless to say, how good can it be if she’s been absent all term?”


“Hey, didn’t you say she was some kind of returned scholar with dual degrees? To claim the t.i.tle of a doctor with such rubbish? When did the threshold for Capital University get so low?”


The parents complained, and their comments were unusually harsh.


Some countered, “Our poor academic performance is always the same. What does that have to do with our instructor?”


“The grades haven’t even been released yet, how can you judge that Ms. Seven isn’t good?”


The Cla.s.s 7 students were arguing back. But those parents were looking disdainful.


“A teacher who has been absent all term, how good can she be?”


The Cla.s.s 7 students were so annoyed they didn’t want to speak.


Just then, someone yelled out, “Look, Cla.s.s l’s grades are up!”


The group of parents immediately took out their phones to check.


Cla.s.s l’s grades were posted by Tang Lin just a minute ago, and everyone on the forum was exclaiming.


[d.a.m.n! Worthy of the elite cla.s.s, the worst of them all got 80!]


[Now Cla.s.s 7 is bound to lose, right? Look at these excellent grades from Cla.s.s 1. Do those who bet on Cla.s.s 7 regret it now?]


However, some pretended to be calm.


[Cla.s.s 7’s grades haven’t come out yet, what’s the rush? A master always makes a move in the last second.]


[I believed in Cla.s.s 7 (Not really).]


After all, in the eyes of the clear-sighted, Cla.s.s l’s results were already incomparable.


[Surely this semester’s top ten will all be dominated by Cla.s.s 1, right? I just looked at Cla.s.s 2’s grades, and their first-place overall score isn’t even as high as the eleventh-place in Cla.s.s 1.]


[Oh my G.o.d! Even Cla.s.s 2 has been annihilated by Cla.s.s 1. What hope does Cla.s.s 7 have?]


[So where did we get the confidence that Cla.s.s 7 would surpa.s.s Cla.s.s 1?]


[I’m telling you, the bet between Cla.s.s 1 and Cla.s.s 7 is bound to lose! Don’t believe me, just wait and see.]


“What’s this about a grade PK? You’re comparing grades with Cla.s.s 1?” one of the parents asked.


“Cla.s.s 1 issued the challenge first.” someone answered.


“Where did you get the confidence you could surpa.s.s the elite cla.s.s?” one of the parents ridiculed.


“But, those grades from Cla.s.s 1 really do make one envious. Why can’t you be as great as they are? If you had those grades, I’d grant you any wish you want.”


Looking at Cla.s.s l’s enviable grades, the parents couldn’t help but sigh in admiration while also blaming their own children.


Han Chidong was also looking at the enlarged font on his phone with an envious face, staring at Han Ning who was playing with his computer on the side.


“How do you think you did on the exam? You couldn’t have come in last place and embarra.s.sed me, right?” Han Chidong asked.


Han Ning’s expression didn’t change, and he answered indifferently, “Don’t know. We’ll see when they come out.”


“Hey! I haven’t provoked you, who are you giving that face to?” Han Chidong said discontentedly.


On the phone screen, in enlarged font, was an unspeakable envy. In the end, Han Chidong summed up with one sentence, “Indeed, the good kids are always someone else’s.”


Han Ning’s expression was blank. He said, “Take a look at yourself first. Maybe poor studies are a genetic inheritance.”


Han Chidong was speechless.. He thought, ‘Can’t I sigh even a little?’