Yu Anbang seemed to know what he had come chasing after him to ask, and spoke directly.
"Song He, you were reckless. You shouldn't have rashly confronted Xiong Maoxun head-on!"
"You've grasped the basics of the Tolkien Faction. You'll have no trouble getting a Good tomorrow, and getting into my laboratory is assured."
"But Xiong Maoxun has gone a step further. He has mastered the Wang Shanze School, so he'll probably get an Excellent tomorrow!"
"Why didn't you study for another week and try to understand the Wang Shanze School before taking the exam?"
Song He thought for a moment. "I remember Excellent is four thousand points higher than Good?"
"Exactly!" Yu Anbang emphasized the key point. "After tomorrow's exam, the gap between Xiong Maoxun's score and yours will widen even further!"
After speaking, he turned his head to observe his high school junior's reaction.
Unexpectedly, the junior's face was calm. "Teacher, don't worry. I'll get an Excellent too!"
Yu Anbang immediately shook his head. "That's unrealistic! There's nothing I can do to help you. The graduation exam papers were set before the course began, and the Wang Shanze School accounts for a large proportion of the points. You're out of time. If you want to catch up to Xiong Maoxun's score, I'll create opportunities for you after you enter the laboratory."
The master and disciple reached the ground floor. Yu Anbang mounted his bicycle and left.
Song He didn't watch him go. He quickly mounted a bicycle, pedaled furiously, and raced back to the Dormitory Building!
Four in the morning, in the dormitory.
The hissing sound of oxygen inhalation continued without end, sounding as if some monster were lurking inside the room.
The floor was covered in crumpled paper. Each ball was covered with tangled calculation formulas, like