Zhang Qiang said, "This girl obviously doesn't have the temperament of a studious student. I guess my wife must have had a lapse in judgement this time."
The other two teachers nearby nodded in agreement, "She indeed doesn't seem to be the type."
Another female teacher said, "Don't judge a book by its cover; no one can fathom the vast ocean. Just because this girl is pretty doesn't imply she is poor in academics. Perhaps, she had already finished her test paper before falling asleep?"
"It's only been half an hour. Others barely have enough time, unless she's a prodigy."
How many prodigies could there possibly be in this world?
An hour of exam time quickly came to an end. The students sitting in the first row began collecting answer papers. Ni Yang's seat happened to be in the middle.
With a stack of papers in his hand, Zhang Qiang contemplated pulling out Ni Yang's sheet to have a look. However, he ditched the idea halfway.
What was he thinking?