Chen Xi recalled what Qiao Weimin said over the phone yesterday. He pressed his lips into a line and said softly, "The results aren't good."
"That's usually the case for people who pull strings to transfer schools. In any case, our class doesn't accept this. As you said, this is their Third Year, they're too close to the college entrance examinations. What's the point of transferring over here if her results aren't good? She'll pull down the class average!"
Class C's headteacher seemed to agree. "That's true."
The teachers had their assessments as well. Their year-end bonuses depended very much on their students' results. Nobody wanted to sacrifice their benefits for no good reason.
Chen Xi quickly picked out his students' information from the stack of documents on his desk. He held them to his chest and said to Class C's headteacher, "I've sorted out my students' documents for the start of the semester. Old Liu, I'll get going first."
