"Damn, damn! Why was this monthly exam so hard? Which psycho came up with the last two math problems? I didn't write a single thing!"
Zheng Fa read his book as he listened to Wang Chen at the desk behind and to the side clutch his head and howl.
He looked around the classroom. After the monthly exam, the atmosphere in the class was somewhat gloomy. Many students looked awful, as though they all felt they had done badly.
"Zheng Fa, how did you do?" Wang Chen poked Zheng Fa's arm and asked.
"I don't know. I didn't check answers."
Not checking answers after an exam was Zheng Fa's habit.
But he felt he had probably done pretty well.
The paper had been somewhat difficult, but he felt he had done better than before—on the one hand, after Old Man Bai and Tang Lingwu's tutoring, the math paper that had Wang Chen howling in misery had felt fairly ordinary to him.
He had even had enough time to check his work twice after finishing the paper.
On the other hand, after cultivating the Spirit Crane Body, he felt his memory and reflexes had both risen to another level. He had most likely improved in his other subjects as well.
Wang Chen knew this habit of his, so he nodded, then suddenly said, "Zheng Fa, you're doomed this time. Old Chen will definitely come looking for you."
"Looking for me?"
"The fact that he's endured for three days already is a new record."
"A new record?"
"The record for anyone coveting Tang Lingwu getting hammered within two days. If the monthly exam hadn't come up, he'd have called you to the office ages ago."
Wang Chen sounded utterly certain. He always seemed especially professional when it came to this sort of