"Hehe, of course, he never ca back."
Xiaowen laughed and looked down at her watch, "Now there’s only half an hour left. Even if he could rush back, it’s absolutely impossible for him to finish the test now. You’re sure to win, young master."
"Such a victory feels sowhat hollow."
Mo Hongsheng slightly furrowed his brow, feeling so resistance in his heart.
Hearing this, Xiaowen moved her lips, as if she wanted to say sothing but stopped herself.
"No whispering."
An elderly teacher with graying hair and wearing spectacles knocked on the blackboard and warned. This was the most senior teacher in the school, renowned throughout Songlan City for her teaching abilities, having been poached from a public school at great expense by the school, and she held considerable authority.
Mo Hongsheng and Xiaowen stopped communicating. He began to seriously check his own answers, while Xiaowen watched the clock with a cold smirk.
Could such coincidences really happen in the world? Just at this critical juncture, Tang Ming received a call that he absolutely had to answer? All of this was a sche orchestrated by Xiaowen.
Since the bet between Tang Ming and Mo Hongsheng was of great importance, and upon noticing that Mo Hongsheng didn’t have his usual confident deanor, Xiaowen feared an unpredictable outco. Therefore, she analyzed all the intelligence on Tang Ming overnight.
After so analysis, Xiaowen discovered an interesting fact: Tang Ming had made visits to various orphanages in Songlan City to inquire about his origins.
Having discovered this, Xiaowen was certain Tang Ming must care greatly about his identity, so she began to plan and sche.
She finally decided on Tianyang Orphanage as the location for her plan because there was an orphan’s file with the na Tang Ming, and she found a middle-aged couple who were looking for Tang Ming. She leaked the news to them...
And this morning, she secretly checked Tang Ming’s car’s fuel tank. After calculating and reasoning, she left just enough fuel for the car to travel from the school to the orphanage. For the calculating Mo Family, this was a simple task, and as for opening the fuel tank, it was even easier for them, as they had no problem handling chanisms.
At the final critical mont, Xiaowen passed the news about the couple looking for their child to the contacts from the Ma Family who had been helping Tang Ming with information about his origins.
Just as Xiaowen had predicted, upon hearing the news, Tang Ming left school imdiately for Tianyang Orphanage. Right when he got to the orphanage, his car ran out of fuel—everything was within Xiaowen’s calculations.
According to Xiaowen’s calculations, given the distance between Tianyang Orphanage and the school, even a martial master would absolutely not be able to return to school on foot before the end of the exam, so Tang Ming was sure to lose this ti.
"Hmph, dare to compete with our young master? I won’t even give you the chance to compete." Xiaowen glanced at the ti; there were only twenty minutes left until the end of the exam. Such a short ti ant that even if Tang Ming could rush back, he absolutely couldn’t finish the test paper, and right now, she was confident Tang Ming couldn’t possibly make it back.
"I’m sorry, I’m late."
Just when Xiaowen was full of confidence, thinking Tang Ming couldn’t possibly return, the classroom door was pushed open, and Tang Ming, gasping for breath, rushed in.
"The exam’s almost over, how co you’re only just arriving?"
The elderly teacher looked at Tang Ming with puzzlent.
"My dear Tang Ming, you’ve finally co back." Seeing Tang Ming, Chen Cang was on the verge of tears; coming back was always better than not coming back at all.
Li Xiaoli and Liu ngting, among others, wore faces of despair. With so little ti left, even if he was back, they feared it wouldn’t be possible to finish the exam.
"Sorry, I was delayed by sothing, I’ll start answering the paper now," Tang Ming wiped off his sweat, apologized to the teacher, and hurried back to his seat to quickly start answering the questions with pen and paper.
"He, he actually made it back?"
Little Wen was shocked to see Tang Ming scribbling away, but he didn’t take it too seriously. Seeing that the exam was about to end, even if Tang Ming had returned, it was impossible for him to finish all the questions in such a short ti. He would still lose miserably when the ti ca.
After Tang Ming appeared, Chen Cang and the others lost all desire to answer their own papers, constantly turning their heads back to see what Tang Ming was doing. Seeing him writing furiously, Chen Cang and the others were extrely nervous.
Xia Wei’er looked at Tang Ming with a complex expression, holding her pen and hesitating for a mont before she crossed out the na she had filled in on the paper and rewrote another.
No one had noticed that the na Xia Wei’er had previously written on her paper was actually Tang Ming’s.
Unlike the intense anxiety of Liu ngting, Chen Cang, and the others, upon discovering that Tang Ming had not arrived on ti, Xia Wei’er had taken the test even more seriously. However, the girl had written Tang Ming’s na on her paper, intending to help him through difficult tis in this way, even if it ant sacrificing her own grade for this subject.
But now that Tang Ming had co back, Xia Wei’er could no longer continue with this plan. Otherwise, having two papers with Tang Ming’s na on them would cause even bigger trouble.
Tang Ming was answering at a breakneck speed, but ti was ultimately insufficient. When the bell signaling the end of the exam rang, he was still furiously writing, and despite his intelligence and proficiency in foreign languages, there were still too many questions left incomplete.
"Alright, the exam is now over. Please check your papers, I will be collecting them," the old teacher announced, knocking on the desk and starting to collect the papers from the student in the first row.
"We must figure out a way to help Brother Ming buy so ti," Chen Cang and Zhou Dafu exchanged a glance, with both their heads practically smoking from anxiety. But since the exam had ended, they could only feel agitated as they couldn’t co up with any ideas at the mont.
"Liu ngting, it’s ti to hand in your paper," the teacher approached Liu ngting and gently urged her.
"Please wait a mont, teacher," Liu ngting straightened up, slowly arranging her paper while speaking seriously, "My father is a shareholder of the school. As the daughter of a school director, I must set an example and organize my paper very neatly for others to follow."
"Mhm, mhm, very good. As Director Liu’s child, having this awareness is comndable," the old teacher nodded repeatedly. He was very pleased to see that Liu ngting, unlike other children of influential families, was well-mannered and did not act arrogantly.
Liu ngting organized her paper very slowly, making sure it had not a single crease, and only after arranging it neatly did she hand it over to the teacher.
"Is that even allowed?"
Seeing Liu ngting manage to delay for a full minute, Chen Cang and Zhou Dafu were both astounded.
"Ah, I wrote my na wrong," Li Xiaoli exclaid dramatically when the teacher ca to her, "Sorry, teacher, please wait a mont for , I wrote my na incorrectly."
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