"Exam over! Stop writing! Hand in your papers!" Song He tapped the microphone on the podium.
There were still more than two hundred people in the classroom. Reluctantly, they put down their pens, got up, and carried their exam papers to the podium.
The students handing in their papers looked worse than the last. Their faces were mournful enough, but some even had vacant eyes, as if they were about to head straight for the rooftop the moment they left the classroom.
"Don't look so downcast. As long as your answers aren't especially outrageous, I'll do my best to give you a passing grade!" Song He reassured them.
His reassurance had little effect. The students still left with vacant eyes, shambling away like walking corpses.
Everyone's goal was to enter the Scientific Research Team. Failing to get an excellent grade was equivalent to failure!
Pass? What use was passing for a mere few thousand Course Completion Points? It was barely enough to dismiss a beggar!
Soon, the classroom was empty.
Song He organized the thick stack of exam papers, spread them across the podium, and took out a red pen to grade them.
He had to admit, being a teacher felt pretty great. Grading papers gave him the exhilarating feeling of holding the power of life and death in his hands!
After grading each paper, he took a photo with his phone for the records and uploaded the score.
Judging from the exam papers, although every student in the class was outstanding and everyone had been highly engaged during the lessons, after just seven days of instruction, the gap between them was enormous!
After all, the examinees varied greatly in age. Some had studied bitterly for half their lives before entering this door, while others had successfully qualified after cramming