But at least he could rest easy now. Xiao Fei's success had encouraged him greatly. Perseverance always faced despair, but people lost to themselves, not to tough times.
Everybody celebrated, and they were all in high spirits. Zhang Shan had been quite removed from this matter for some time now, but he was still happy for teacher Xiao Fei, and then gave it no further thought. He was still agonizing over how to improve his own abilities. The more he learnt, the more he felt his own inadequacy. And Zhang Shan was the competitive kind. The more he felt others' strength, the more he was dissatisfied. His brain could always come up with some strange ways of thinking that nobody else understood.
The three including Ai Xiaolu were not using cauldrons. Instead, they were strolling in the school garden, evidently with matters to discuss.