Chen Yuan felt something wasn't quite right.
Shirley Liu still hadn't gotten the associate professorship.
"That's quite good, the teachers all work very hard," Chen Yuan said.
"Having you makes it all worthwhile. No matter how hard it is, if..." his aunt paused halfway and sighed.
"Were the students in your class not performing well this year?" Chen Yuan asked, puzzled.
"Yes," his aunt said somewhat dejectedly, "Two very good students messed up their exams. Ugh, it's infuriating."
"Ah, that's really unlucky."
Indeed, according to the theory of relativity, if everyone does well, it's as if no one did well.
With Lao Mo getting a C, it shows that some classes really failed to meet the mark.
And in Xia Fang's class, having two students who could've gotten a C perform like limp shrimps in key competitions is indeed maddening.
"Overall, it's still okay, not bad enough for the leaders to criticize, and at least we're not at the bottom," Xia Fang found some solace.
