Everyone nodded one after another, and the atmosphere in the conference room grew somewhat tense.
There was no real reward for setting the Gaokao exam paper, but naturally, everyone hoped to use their own version. It was a form of recognition for their personal question-setting ability, as well as something to talk about in the future.
"Song He, you vote first." Professor Deng adjusted his glasses. "Whose version do you think would be better?"
"I'll obey the organization's decision and follow my superiors' arrangements." Song He shook his head and abstained.
Professor Deng rarely showed a smile. "Professor Song, what superiors are there anymore? You're a member of the National College Entrance Examination Question Setting Group, so you're the superior."
Song He was slightly taken aback.
He had developed a habitual way of thinking and always felt that anything could be decided by a superior's final word. But the National College Entrance Examination Question Setting Group itself was already the highest authority over the Gaokao Exam Paper project!
"Let the other teachers vote first." Song He felt embarrassed. "I'm the youngest, so I'll vote last."
"Fine. Then let's pick the oldest one first. Professor Xue, which exam paper do you think is better?" Professor Deng asked.
Xue Yuhua knitted his brows, hesitating uncertainly, as if he wanted to speak but stopped himself.
"If he won't vote, I will!" Wang Xinrong, sitting beside him, could no longer stand all the hemming and hawing. "I vote for Song He!"
Everyone's gaze immediately focused on Wang Xinrong.
"Neither Xue Yuhua's paper nor mine will do. They're just old wine in a new bottle, the same old routine!" Wang Xinrong spoke bluntly. "If we really want to reform the math paper, we have to use Yang Jingshan's or Song He's. Both are fresh, and