Zhou Li's performance was not very ideal.
Beiliang University had entrance exams, after all, you can't just let any odd or damaged fruits in; at least those with intellectual or physical disabilities needed to be screened out to avoid placing normal individuals in Beiliang University.
That sounded a bit off.
But essentially it was the same, because normal people did not usually enter the Imperial Academy of Beiliang.
"Old Liu, you really left me a huge mess."
In the Ming Room, the burly old man looked at the roster in his hands, his head aching as he said, "The advancement rate is three percent, one in ten make it to the main lectures, and the Academy Rankings haven't surpassed Beiliang University for three years, even in the imperial examinations... The best performance was fourth place in the regional exams, were you the invigilator?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
The goateed old man leisurely set down his teacup, "I certainly did not engage in favoritism."
"I wish I had!"
