Realizing that he had become a clown and was being played, the anger in Fu Sui's eyes was about to materialize, but he wasn't so angry that he would lose his mind. He clearly understood that he was the one who brought this up, so if he lost his composure on this occasion, he would really lose all his reputation.
Taking a deep breath, Fu Sui forced a smile.
"If it's Zhai Jing, then it's no surprise that he won first place."
"Zhai Jing is our school's God of studies. The principal spent a lot of money to invite him back as a gifted student to help the school improve the results of the competition and the enrollment rate," he introduced.
Mingcheng high school had such a practice, and many people here knew about it, so when they heard Fu Sui's words, they understood.
Madam Nie's angry face immediately returned to normal.
