Chapter 93: Mr. Yang, is there a Typo?
The Almighty Rich Daughter is Explosively Cool
Translator: CokeZero Editor: Rainystars
âWhat?â
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All the teachers ditched their work in hand and came to look.
Even teachers who taught other subjects couldnât help but go and peek.
Zhang Dejun stared at Yang Lianfeng, who was the first to get there, âMr. Yang, look, itâs this student. Based on the exams Iâve been marking, she shouldâve written in the last exam center.â
âOther than multiple choice, others basically scored 0 on all the other questions. But this kid scored perfect! This kidâs better than me! Thatâs why I ask if some honor student didnât write our last practice exam.â
Yang Lianfeng pondered, âNobody was missing from my class. On the overall ranking last time, I spotted Ye Fan and Qi Rui.â
Then, he looked over to the other teachers, âDid any of your kids miss the last exam?â
Everyone shook their heads.
âHow strange.â Zhang Dejun looked down on the test again, âCould it be a black horse emerged?â
âEven if thereâs a black horse, it shouldnât be emerging from the low ranked students.â Someone chimed in, âThere arenât many of us here. Maybe some honor student from some other teacherâs class missed the last exam.â
Everyone agreed and nodded.
Someone, however, was impatient. âJust peel open the hidden part of the exam and see who the test belonged to!â
Yang Lianfeng gave him a look, âMr. Mo, donât kid around. There are regulations about this. If authorities find out, who should take responsibility for it?â
That teacher rubbed his nose and didnât push. âWell, the results are out tomorrow. Itâs the same to find out tomorrow.â
After that, everyone else returned to their seats.
The night quickly passed. By morning of the next morning, nobody had the ability to focus and were all staring at the door, waiting for the results.
The teachers were not any less nervous than the students.
Inside the classroom, literature, math, and English teachers were all sighing as they flipped through the exam solutions. Physics, chemistry, and biology teachers were all huddled together, and sighing at the grades.
Suddenly, someone howled, âHomeroom teachers! Go check your computer! The academy affairs office had sent the results!â
Zhang Dejun had spent a whole torturous night wondering over the student who scored perfect. Upon hearing this, he threw his work away and dashed his way to Yang Lianfeng.
Other than Jiang Huixun, all teachers who taught class 22 came over.
Among this group was Liang Min; for reasons none other than wanting to see how poorly Qiao Qing scored so she could get rid of this hatred building in her chest.
The hand Yang Lianfeng had on the mouse was quivering. He smiled bitterly, âMr. Zhang, I feel weakâ
He didnât even have the courage to look through the literature answer sheets, let alone finding out how poorly everyone scored.
âAye, you get cut whether you extend your head or retract your head. Why are you nervous? Let me do it!â
Just then, Zhang Dejun snatched over the mouse and clicked on the results.
Just then, a wave of astonished screams echoed throughout the office.
âYe Fan, the rock solid number 1 from my class only got number 2 this time! Who scored number 1? Which class is the number 1 from?â
Upon hearing this, Yang Lianfeng and Zhang Dejunâs eyes went straight to the column in the sheet that displayed the ranking of the students.
When they saw â1st in classâ and â1st in schoolâ, Yang Liancheng cursed, âWhat the sh$tâ and couldnât help but to grab onto Zhang Dejunâs hand.
Ever since the results came out, Liang Minâs been searching from the bottom upwards. But after looking through the bottom 10 rows, she still couldnât find Qiao Qingâs name.
She grew impatient and unsettled, âWhat happened?â
Zhang Dejun slapped away Yang Lianfengâs hand, âMr. Yang, you hand is too wet!â
Right after, he rubbed his eyes, âMr. Yang, is there a typo with the 1st ranked studentâs name?â