"So, about the results of this exam—"
Ye Xiaofei's "expectant" gaze swept across the faces of Elder Yang and the others, finally coming to rest on the face of the chemistry teacher, Zhao Hailin, but it turned playful.
Actually, by now, this question was purely redundant.
But he still wanted to ask!
Zhao Hailin really disliked him, and he equally disliked Zhao Hailin.
The reason he asked this was as a silent counterattack against Zhao Hailin, to make him slap his own face and take back his previous accusations of cheating.
"This is, of course, the fruit of your efforts!"
Elder Yang struck the final note, asserting without a doubt, "Although there were elements of luck involved, this luck is built upon the foundation of your diligent efforts, and that certainly should not negate the fact that you've worked hard!"
"Indeed! It truly is the reward for your efforts!"
