"The exam is over. Take it as an experience, regardless of the outcome," Mr. Song said. "Hungry? Let's go grab some food. This time, it's on me."
Li Qiao: "Sure, let's go for beef noodles."
"Done!" Mr. Song agreed cheerfully.
A few of them arrived at the noodle shop, and while eating, Mr. Zhao was still dwelling on the competition results: "It doesn't make sense for our two students to be left behind, they ranked second and fifth in the county competition. What kind of problems does Li Qiao usually work on? Where do you pick the questions from?"
"I have a relative who works in a printing factory. Occasionally they get orders to print materials, including math. They give me a heads up, and I go there to sift through and copy down problems for the kids to work on," Mr. Song explained.
Mr. Zhao: "...Ah, if you had told me you had problems, I could've let my students work on them. They might have been able to pass too."