"This paper isn't difficult?" Zhang Hao almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He took Huo Tian's papers away with a twisted expression.
After Mr. Wang was done distributing the papers, Huo You's name wasn't brought up at all.
A lively boy who wasn't afraid of stirring up trouble raised his hand and asked, "Teacher, how did Huo You do for math?"
Mr. Wang glared at the boy and picked up the last exam paper on the table. "Huo You's math result is 147 marks and she's in second place in our class. Can Students in the front row, please help to pass Huo You's paper to her, who is outside the door."
Everyone exchanged looks of disbelief. Zhang Hao, who was in the front row, turned around and complained to Huo Tian, "I thought Huo You scored full marks too. How is she so confident that she can beat you?"