The intern taught a top-performing class, and the parents wanted to change the homeroom teacher.

"What?"

Director Pan was completely dumbfounded.

Humanities exam paper?

Isn't Zhao Qihang a science student?

He put down his phone and glanced at the caller ID; it was indeed Zhang Li's number.

"Ms. Zhang, isn't your child a science student? Why would they need a humanities exam paper?" Director Pan asked, puzzled.

"Hey, let the kid give it a try. What if Qihang has a talent for humanities? He's just lying here anyway, maybe he'll learn something." Zhang Li was just spouting nonsense.

Director Pan was dumbfounded. Do you want to hear what you're saying?

Who knows, a science student who's hospitalized might actually learn humanities while recuperating?

You wouldn't even dare to dream of doing that.

If Zhao Qihang really learns it in the next few days.

Then the students in the second year of high school, who are in the humanities stream, become clowns.

Is it really because lying goes unpunished that people can say whatever they want?

"Ms. Zhang, Zhao Qihang is a science student. He has no experience with humanities and did not choose to study humanities. Therefore, he does not need to take a humanities exam," Director Pan said, suppressing his anger.

"Alright, alright, I was just saying it offhand," Zhang Li said nonchalantly. "Then, Director Pan, could you give me the science exam papers? I need to get them printed."

Director Pan's eyelids twitched; he suddenly felt like he was being teased.

Compromise principle?

If I ask for the humanities exam paper, he will object, so that if I ask for the science exam paper later, he won't object as much.

Most importantly, because of this, he didn't actually say anything against it.

It even seems to make sense now.

Hmm! Science students can't do humanities exams, but they can do science exams, right?

If he hadn't been quick-witted, he would have been fooled.

Although it's not a good idea to think that way, it's just a coincidence, right? Does Zhang Li have that kind of intelligence?

Director Pan felt a little confused.

"Wait, wait a minute."

"Um?"

"Ms. Zhang, please don't think I'm being long-winded. Just let Zhao Qihang rest and recover first. He can start studying when he's better," Director Pan couldn't help but advise.

There was no way he could help but ramble on when it came to students.

Zhang Li was clearly getting impatient. "I know, I know, I'll show it to him. Are you at school? Or I can go to school to get the test paper."

"No need, no need, I'll send you the electronic version." Director Pan immediately ended the matter.

"Seriously, if I had given it to them earlier, there wouldn't have been so much trouble... Boss, could you please print some things for me?" Zhang Li muttered to herself before hanging up the phone.

Director Pan: "..."

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So you're already working at the print shop.

He found six electronic versions of the test papers, sent them to Zhang Li, and added notes.

No answer.

The other party did not reply.

"call--"

Director Pan leaned back in his chair and let out a heavy sigh.

What's going on here?

It has refreshed my worldview once again.

Wait a minute.

Director Pan suddenly sat up straight, his brows furrowed.

Just in case, I mean just in case!

If Zhao Qihang actually finishes the test, won't Zhang Li return it to the teacher for grading?

Director Pan's expression gradually turned to horror; he couldn't believe Zhang Li was capable of such a thing.

"Amazing, that makes perfect sense."

"I can predict it now."

Whether it's for Zhao Qihang, the school teachers, or to prevent the future Director Pan from being disturbed.

Director Pan felt it was necessary to do something.

Open your phone, find Zhao Kaihua's number, and call him.

He saw Zhao Qihang's grandparents that day, but he didn't have their phone number.

Zhao Kaihua, at least, cares more about the child than Zhang Li. Let's inform the other party about this first.

Hearing the beeping sound from the phone, Director Pan frowned and tapped his fingers restlessly on the table.

No one answered the first time.

The call ended, so I called again.

No one answered the second time either.

Director Pan waited five minutes and called again, and this time someone answered.

"Hey? Hello." The voice sounded a little listless.

"Are you Zhao Qihang's parent, Zhao Kaihua? I am Pan Hai, the grade director at Yucai School."

"Hello Director Pan, I am Qihang's father, Zhao Kaihua." Zhao Kaihua's voice suddenly became nervous.

"Here's the thing, the school held monthly exams these past three days. Ms. Zhang Li just called and asked me for six exam papers, saying she wants Zhao Qihang to take them."

"But I think the child is still in the hospital recuperating, and his health is the most important thing. I had to tell you about this so you can see how to handle it," Director Pan said earnestly.

If the child's father doesn't care either, then he's truly at his wit's end.

"Giving Qihang a test paper?" Zhao Kaihua's voice suddenly rose. "Is she crazy?!"

"Who says otherwise?" Director Pan thought to himself.

"Director Pan, thank you so much. I'm so sorry to have troubled you again." Zhao Kaihua thanked and apologized repeatedly.

"It's alright, it's alright, the child is the most important thing," Director Pan said.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Kaihua angrily called Zhang Li.

At the print shop, Zhang Li directed the clerk to print exam papers, saying, "Yes, just one copy of each is fine."

The phone rang at that moment. Seeing the caller ID, Zhang Li hung up without thinking.

"Hmph, looking for me? Weren't you so tough before?"

"Hanged up?" Zhao Kaihua's face contorted with anger as he turned to send a message to his team leader.

[Team leader, something came up at home, I'll be back late. Please apply for overtime for me!]

Yes, Zhao Kaihua has been working overtime much more frequently lately.

Since Qihang is following me, I should work harder to earn more money. Fortunately, the company pays overtime, but you can't apply for overtime without a reason if you don't have a job.

On his way downstairs, he called Qihang's grandmother again, but no one answered.

Zhao Kaihua's face turned ugly. "Damn it, this woman might already be at the hospital."

……

Zhang Li quickly printed out the test papers, which were not far from the hospital, so she went in quickly and easily found her way to Zhao Qihang's ward.

Grandma Zhao was chatting with Zhao Qihang.

Zhang Li pushed the door open and came in. "Qihang, Mom's here to see you."

Grandma Zhao's face immediately darkened. "What are you doing here? You're not welcome here. Get out of here."

Zhao Qihang pursed his lips and remained silent.

Zhang Li suppressed her anger, "What business is it of yours if I'm looking after my son! Besides, I'm not here to argue!"

Then, she turned to Zhao Qihang and asked, "Qihang, how are you feeling? Are you still feeling unwell?"

Zhao Qihang nodded, "I don't feel bad anymore."

"That's good, that's good." Zhang Li said, holding up the test paper in her hand and smiling, "Your school has monthly exams these days, and you can't go to school, so I specially got the test papers from the school. You can lie in bed every day and try to do some questions to consolidate your knowledge and make good use of your time."

Zhao Qihang was immediately stunned. He knew that the monthly exams had been going on for the past few days, and he had been in contact with his classmates.

But he's already in the hospital, how can he still not escape the monthly exam?

Does he still have a chance to get out of bed?

I want to faint right now.

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