Kapitel 61: 61, The Last Seedling

In the time that followed, the two classes sent one after another to the stage for duels, never stopping.

By ten o'clock in the morning,

Class 1 of Grade 11 only had 4 people left.

Class 6 of Grade 12 still had 18 people.

The difference in numbers was very big.

Clearly, in terms of average class strength, Grade 11 Class 1 was far behind Grade 12 Class 6 and not at the same level.

The main reason was that school had just started not long ago, and the freshmen in Grade 11 Class 1 had practiced too little; many of their talents had not been fully realized.

"Bro Han, your class is down to four people. It looks like I've definitely won the meal we bet on."

The homeroom teacher of Grade 12 Class 6, a middle-aged trendy man with a short ponytail, looked at Han Yuanfeng with some pride.

Han Yuanfeng smiled calmly and responded, "Don't speak too soon, let's just wait and see."

As the homeroom teacher of Grade 11 Class 1, he was very clear about one thing.