Wu Xiaoye nodded and took the documents from Professor Zhao. When he noticed the name on the cover of the documents, he was stunned for a second before printing eight copies of the answers and handing them out to the rest of the team while keeping the original for himself.
"All right! Everyone, stop what you're doing for a bit and read the documents Xiaoye handed out first," Professor Zhao urged them, not wanting to make Tan Mo wait for too long.
"Tan Mo?" One of the research team members raised their brows when they noticed the name. "The same Tan Mo who won the Ancient Text Competition?"
The Ancient Text Competition that year was known by everyone in the university.
Usually, only those who were interested would follow the competition. Most that weren't Chinese Department students wouldn't even pay any attention to it.
But this year had been different as Tan Mo had crushed the teams of the other five universities all on her own.
