"Huh? What's up?"
Jiang Nian turned his head and saw Zhang Ningzhi handing him the Chinese exam paper.
The paper was coarse and of poor quality; it was the classical Chinese test paper printed by Lao Liu. There were four pages, four classical Chinese texts in total, but only one text was required to be completed.
They had just flipped through the classical Chinese texts, and with the collective effort of the class, they had also finished the paper.
In other words, the paper was already useless.
Is there an audit team coming to the school at the end of the year?
How embarrassing, Lao Liu, are you going this far just to balance the accounts for the leaders?
Betting on the glory of a senior teacher, perhaps the desire to improve is a bit too anxious. No wonder I heard you playing "Yuanyang Xi" when passing by the office that day.
Zhang Ningzhi handed him the page with the classical Chinese text they had just discussed, the handwriting was neat and graceful.
