The second exam, Chinese Language, wasn't until one in the afternoon. During the lunch break, the parents all had a tacit understanding not to ask how the morning's test had gone.
Instead, it was the students themselves—who had gathered for a convenient lunch—who couldn't resist asking Bai Chenggang what questions had been on the morning exam. Shen Weimin was among them.
Alright.
He was just curious whether the Politics exam—a required subject for both the science and liberal arts tracks—used the same test paper. Bai Chenggang's actual answers were secondary.
After all, knowing Bai Chenggang, if that guy managed to fail the Politics exam, it would mean every single student in the entire county had been wiped out.
It wasn't that he was looking down on everyone else or trying to build up his friend. When it came to Politics, Gangzi's practice test scores had always been on par with his wife's.
