A Draw
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
He coughed to attract everyone's attention.
The students froze in unison and looked at him with their chopsticks raised. Dissatisfaction was written on their faces as if Zhou Qiu had committed a grave sin...
It took them two minutes to remember that class had not ended yet. Zhou Qiu was still their teacher, and he was in charge, so they quickly checked themselves.
Zhou Qiu could no longer go against his conscience, giving He Jing a lower score. He could only pretend to be in a difficult position. "Full marks to Student He Jing for her dish!"
If both scored full marks, how would Zhou Qiu determine the victor?
Zhou Xue'er could not hide her exasperation. "Teacher, what nonsense are you talking about? He Jing's pan-fried fish can't be better than mine. How is it fair that she gets full marks?!"
No sooner had she spoken than she felt a wave of disdain from around her. Her mind buzzed, and she was stunned.