"Mr. Zhao, what do you mean by that? Are you looking down on the students from Furong No.8 Middle School?"
Niu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and as he relaxed his body, his muscles bulged against his clothes, making him look like a giant, upright brown bear.
"I didn't mean it like that..."
Under that immense pressure, Mr. Zhao quickly waved his hands as his brain frantically searched for an excuse, "I meant to say... um... does he have to go as fast as a certain student from our previous year? I spoke too fast before, so I accidentally shortened it to 'he's not worthy'."
"Is that so?"
Niu Feng looked at him with a faint smile.
"Yeah, it's a pity for that student. They had enough ability to go further in the competition, but they chased after speed too much in order to achieve higher scores. As a result, they had a bad performance during the college entrance exam."
Mr. Zhao smiled awkwardly and nodded, his back already soaked in cold sweat without realizing it.
