Early morning self-study had just ended when Wang Chen was called to the grade director's office.
The director of the first year at High School No. 5, surnamed Zhao, was a refined and elegant middle-aged man. He kindly gestured for Wang Chen to sit down and handed him a bottle of mineral water.
Wang Chen took it and said, "Thank you."
Director Zhao smiled slightly and asked, "Wang Chen, do you know why I called you here?"
Wang Chen nodded, "It's about the grades, isn't it?"
"Exactly."
Director Zhao was straightforward, "Your grades in this final exam were exceptionally good, so good that many teachers couldn't believe it. Ordinarily, as teachers, we should trust and respect our students, but..."
"I understand."
Wang Chen put the bottle of mineral water aside, interlocked his fingers and firmly squeezed his knuckles, then said, "Director Zhao, how about this, please give me a few spare test papers, and I'll do them right here again."
