"What do you mean, Teacher Cheng? Could there be a seeded contestant in your Class Two?"
"No." Cheng Maoshi shook his head. "I'm talking about teacher Zhao's class."
"Teacher Zhao? Class Seven?" The man sneered. "Teacher Cheng, your jokes go too far. Are you deliberately mocking Teacher Zhao?"
Kong Tang interrupted, "Alright, alright, stop chit-chatting. We've only given you one day. The results will be announced tomorrow, and you're still causing a ruckus. Stay up all night if you want but I won't accompany you."
"Sigh. Alright, alright." The man opened the test paper and was stunned. "Did I see this right? Why does one person have two test papers?"
"That..."
Cheng Maoshi raised his hand and touched his nose. "I can explain."
...
The next day, it was time for the results to be announced.
