"What's wrong, Mr. Qiu? Is there something odd about them? I see each of them answering the questions joyfully, writing vigorously. Wasn't this exam supposed to be very difficult?"
Song Ping saw Qiu Shaobin walking towards him and couldn't help but cast a surprised look towards the group of students who were diligently writing. He said to Qiu Shaobin.
"Difficult, yes, it is difficult! Indeed, not quite easy!"
Qiu Shaobin still hadn't recovered from his shock, and he couldn't understand what exactly was happening right now.
Muttering to himself, Qiu Shaobin walked past Song Ping, took a round, and then staggeringly returned to the lecturer's podium, while Song Ping, noticing Qiu Shaobin's strange behavior, didn't feel it appropriate to say anything and simply shook his head without saying another word.
