Chapter 755 - Favoritism
The Long-awaited Mr Han
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âManager Hao did well!â someone in the audience seats shouted.
âSun Changfang, you can give low marks, but you wonât allow others to give high marks? Was the competition organized by you?â
âThis competition is sponsored by the Han Corporation. Who are you?â
âGet lost!â
âGet lost!â
âIf the competition were being held by your family, then do what you want. If not, stop acting smart!â
Hao Zhonghai laughed very happily.
Dai Yiran squinted her eyes. Han Zhuoli was sitting at the VIP seats and Hao Zhonghai dared to give such a high score?
Last time, after Lu Manâs performance, he gave 9.8.
This time, he directly gave 10.
Was he not scared that after he returned, Han Zhuoli would scold him?
At that moment, Hao Zhonghai looked in the direction of Han Zhuoli.
Dai Yiran smiled mockingly.
Hao Zhonghai finally knew fear?
Sadly, Han Zhuoli was sitting at the first row. Dai Yiran could see only the back of Han Zhuoli and could not see his expression.
Actually, when Hao Zhonghai looked over, Han Zhuoli smiled approvingly at him.
Hao Zhonghai was totally at ease with what he was doing right now.
âNext, may we invite Teacher Zhang Guangtao to give his marks?â the emcee said.
Zhang Guangtao smiled and showed his marks.
10 points!
Another 10 points!
The audience yelled in happiness and clapped.
Sun Changfang laughed coldly. âTeacher Zhang, you canât be showing favoritism because Lu Man is a student from the National Film Academy.â
Zhang Guangtao was so angry that he laughed. âI just grade according to the studentâs performance. From my point of view, Lu Manâs performance is worthy of the 10 points in my hand.â
Zhang Guangtao paused, then coldly said, âBased on what youâve said, can I take it that because Lu Man is not a student from your Donghua Academy of Drama, you gave her an unreasonably low score?â
âYouâre the one whoâs practicing favoritism and youâre wrongly accusing me?â Sun Changfang said angrily.
Zhang Guangtao calmly flipped open a notebook next to his hand. âI wonât talk about the second round of competitions temporarily because there are still a lot of students who have yet to compete. Iâll first talk about the first round of competitions that had already been completed.â
âTo my schoolâs Fu Kaiqi, you gave 8.2 points. Xu Ziyi, 8.1 points. Li Zeyu, 8.5 points. Dong Jingxi, 8.3 points. Ni Xue, 8.1 points. Yang Ruilin, 8.2 points. Meng Yihan, 8.1 points. Lu Man, 7.9 points. The highest is only 8.5 points. There is actually no one who exceeded 8.5 points,â Zhang Guangtao said calmly.
Originally, before Zhang Guangtao brought it up, no one had noticed.
During the first round, everyoneâs attention had been attracted by Lu Manâs low score of 7.9, and because the timing between the other peopleâs competitions had been spread out and the opponents mostly performed ordinarily, their eight-point-something marks seemed quite good.
But when Zhang Guangtao put all the scores together and stated them out loud, they realized in shock that Sun Changfang had never given the National Film Academy students high marks. It was just that he was especially bad towards Lu Man.
âNow, letâs talk about the marks you gave the students of Donghua Academy of Drama,â Zhang Guangtao continued.
âEnough!â Sun Changfangâs face had changed.
Zhang Guangtao did not bother to acknowledge him at all and went on to say, âDonghua Academy of Drama studentsâ first-round competition results: Wu Zilin, 9.3. Guo Changfeng, 9.0. Zhou Li, 9.1. Zou Mingkaiââ
âEnough!â Sun Changfang shouted in a loud voice, interrupting Zhang Guangtao.
Zhang Guangtao also felt that it was enough; there was already sufficient evidence.
As expected, the audience got worked up again.
âWhat the heck!â
âAnd he still dares to say that we donât know anything? That heâs professional?â