After hearing Ma Dongmei's words, they were uncertain again.
"It's just a thief crying thief." That person was still stubborn.
Ma Dongmei couldn't be bothered to argue with him and said, "Whether it's a thief crying thief, or if it's true, you'll know when the time comes."
At this moment, Su Bai came. Ma Dongmei got up and left.
The half-century-old man asked again, "Have the students' results been calculated? Why hasn't it been reported? The Sacred Glory Group has been urging us a few times."
"Not yet, there are still people who haven't finished counting," the dean said.
"Who is it?"
The Dean frowned. The old man's question was obviously out of line, but he still replied, "There's still Wang Yu's."
"Wang Yu, the kid in the ward? Then there's no need to wait," the old man said. "I remember that he only has one lifestyle profession. How many points can one lifestyle profession get?"
