An Jing couldn't believe it.
"What? My strategy paper got first place?"
Principal He has so much power? He can directly instruct the teachers grading the papers?
He couldn't help but think such rude thoughts and almost blurted out, "Are all the teachers and examinees at Third Middle School fools?" But he held back, "Thanks to Principal He's great efforts, I really must thank him properly next time."
"It doesn't seem like he made a great effort."
Nian Quan had a different opinion, "I saw him in his office and he looked relaxed, not like he paid a great price for you."
"But he did seem a bit absent-minded, as if he was thinking about something else."
"Anyway." Nian Quan did not continue with this topic, "Next up is the Martial Test—this is definitely your strong suit, An Jing. Whatever the target is, it's definitely not a match for you!"
"Alright."
