Tang Tianjiao bit her teeth in frustration and couldn't hold back, turning around and saying, "Teacher Zhao, we've paid for our meals too, so why don't we deserve to eat?"
Zhao Yuhuan raised her chin haughtily. "The same food, when eaten by good students, helps them memorize 20 words, but when you eat it, you can't even memorize one word. Tell me, isn't that a waste?"
Zou Wu was absolutely furious.
But their grades were indeed a lot worse than the class Zhao Yuhuan taught. In every test, be it big or small, they were always at the bottom. They just couldn't hold their heads up high.
Even Yang the Emperor, clutching his chopsticks tightly, could only say with equal measures of humility and pride, "Teacher Zhao! Don't go too far! Besides helping with studies, food has other purposes after being eaten!"
Zhao Yuhuan only responded with continual cold laughter.
Xia Ye's eyes gradually narrowed...
Were their class grades... really that poor?
