The next day was Saturday.
The English Weekly Test papers they had done the night before were handed back before the first lesson.
Why was Teacher Ye so good? Because the other teachers only marked the points for each question on the weekly tests and couldn't be bothered to add up the totals, while Teacher Ye still tapped away on her calculator and worked out every student's total score.
"Daoist Master! Holy shit! Daoist Master, you got 128?!"
At this shout from Zou Xiaokun, who had been gathering intelligence, the whole of Class Five was stunned.
Holding the Daoist Master's paper, Zou Xiaokun adjusted his glasses and examined the marks for each section, his face full of disbelief.
"Daoist Master! Did you study English up on the mountain too? 128?!"
"Lend thy paper unto me, that I may behold it!"
Zou Xiaokun had barely set Chen Shi'an's paper on his desk before several classmates crowded over to borrow it.
But before they could rush up to the Daoist Master's desk, a delicate, pale hand reached over from beside him, pinched the edge of the English paper that had scored 128, and dragged it onto the desk in the corner.
Lin Meng Qiu looked expressionlessly at his English paper. Its score was reflected in her still, unfathomable eyes, leaving no clue as to what she was thinking.
Seeing that the Class Monitor had taken the paper, the other students didn't dare take it from her.
As though the Class Monitor had merely picked up the wrong paper by accident, only when Lin Meng Qiu's own paper was handed back and landed on Chen Shi'an's desk did she return his paper to his desk and retrieve her own.
It felt rather like the other wolves only daring to scramble for food after