Ding Xing, who had injured his hand previously, was unharmed. It was not only Ding Xing, but the others were also fine. When people had faith, they were often invincible.
Against the odds, they all exploded with extraordinary potential.
Tong Xieyi's face was a little gray, but she comforted herself. Even if these students were fine, it didn't matter. There was still a gap between Class 12 (3) and Class 12 (6) the last time. That gap couldn't be surpassed in a short time.
But Tong Xieyi thought of another problem. Ding Xing was clearly fine, but he acted as if something was wrong. And it wasn't just him alone either. There were several of them. This was definitely not an individual act. Could someone have ordered this? Did they deliberately try to lower her guard and make her confident?
Who was the one behind this?
The answer was obvious.
Tong Xieyi walked briskly toward the office.
