Yaoyao, I'm So Sad

He had never seen students who were as self-aware as the third class! If anyone was to say that the third class' students were bad now, he would challenge them with his life. 

Perhaps, Wang Zhongyun was unlucky. Just as he had this thought, a middle-aged man approached holding a thermos.

"Oh? Mr. Wang, are you supervising an exam?"

This man was, Chang Qing, the headteacher for the first class and the fifth class.

Apart from the first class, the fifth class had the best academic results, and different from Wang Zhongyun, Chang Qing taught English.

Amongst the teachers, there was also a difference in status. A top teacher like Chang Qing, who led the most promising classes, had enough reason to turn his nose up arrogantly.

Wang Zhongyun had put up with a lot from this man in the past.

Worst of all, they were coincidentally alumni who had graduated from the same school. Yet, one led the best class while one led the worst.