Mo Shangjun approached the classroom.
Just as she arrived at the corridor, she heard a ruckus coming from inside the classroom.
It was still early, with about ten minutes to go before class, yet the area around both doors was crowded with onlookers who seemed to be watching something.
Mo Shangjun walked over to the window, slightly turned her body to the side, and looked inside.
The notice board for posting grades was at the back; that's where most people were clustering, trying to break up a conflict, and the initiator of the entire rumpus—
After a quick scan, Mo Shangjun's eyes flickered.
Several people were involved, but one of them was Liang Zhiqiong.
The next moment, she clearly heard the voice coming from inside—
"Just yesterday you were at 60, a drag on the team, and today you've shot up to 93. If it wasn't for you getting cozy with Instructor Peng, how could you have made it to the front?"
