It was almost 11 p.m.
Not just Lin Yujing, everyone had been feeling sleepy for a while.
There were significantly fewer people in the meeting room, though the live stream continued to be heated with discussions.
[Haha, buzz cut got 89 in English, still worse than me!]
[This is probably what being biased in subjects looks like.]
[Middle part did alright though, got 140 in English, but seems like he won't finish Chinese.]
[The girls are getting sleepy, my heart aches for them.]
[Buzz cut is getting sleepy too, how come no one pities him.]
[Didn't Teacher Yang go over to remind him to perk up.]
[That's too cruel, the kid is about to cry.]
[I couldn't last this long even playing LOL.]
At 11 sharp, Li Zheng had already flipped open the essay paper.
This time, the essay required writing a speech advocating "Love for labor, starting with myself."
