Xue Jian plugged a USB drive into the multimedia system, brought up a spreadsheet document, and had a faint smile on his face: "See for yourself."
"Math 150!?"
Lin Li opened the sub-file for Class Four from the spreadsheet and saw the glaring "150" in his math score column, causing his pupils to shrink abruptly.
Immediately, Lin Li looked at Xue Jian beside him with alarm and trembled all over when he met his meaningful smile: "Teacher...this 150...what's going on?"
"There's an inside job! There's a conspiracy! There are too many dirty secrets behind this 150! I can't accept it! I'm going to report—
"Lin Li! Don't go too far!!!"
A voice filled with indignation echoed.
But this voice didn't belong to Xue Jian; it was Wang Yuezhi, who was standing across from Lin Li, looking at the scores under the podium.
"Huh?" Lin Li's emotions had been interrupted, making him somewhat incoherent. He looked at Wang Yuezhi with confusion, not understanding why he suddenly defended Old Jian.
