Along with the announcement of that momentous news, the assessment rankings published on the forum no longer became the subject of discussion by everyone else, except for a small number of people who were trying to find the names of certain people—such as the monitors or Xiao Lin—from the rankings.
Among the 12 monitors, Class Four’s Han Manman was the only one who still remained the acting monitor due to having failed her test. Meanwhile, the others had all officially been appointed squad leaders and there was strong competition for the year leader spot. They were also the candidates for the upcoming inter-academy competition, so it was only natural that they became the focus of everyone’s attention.
The monitors’ grades were mostly quite outstanding, and while Xiao Lin’s final evaluation was not that bad, there were still people who made a point to emphasize his score on the essay question. Xiao Lin had a reputation after all, but the more prominent reason was that he only got a D- in the essay question and was actually the lowest score out of all.
“A D minus? One of the student union’s guys told me that it’s been several years since he saw such a bad score.”
“It can’t be right? Xiao Lin is strong though.”
“As strong as he is, I don’t believe he’ll get a good result if he’s absent from class all the time. This is a written test!”
“The previous poster is obviously jealous. Didn’t you see his multiple-choice questions, he got an S!”
“Cheated.”
“Why don’t you show me how to get an S by cheating?”
“There’s no point talking about all this. It’s not like I’m the one who graded the essays.”
“I think Xiao Lin deliberately didn’t answer the last question.”
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There are also several posts on the forum expressing curiosity about that odd rating. Some people from Class Seven decided to ask their monitor directly, but they got zero response from Xiao Lin as he was inside the student union’s office. A couple of old bespectacled men were seated before him. He had gone there after speaking with Gu Xiaoyue.
Xiao Lin did not really care much for his grades anyway as long as he passed. Getting number one or number ten did not matter at all to him, but other people seemed to be more concerned with that than him. It was none other than the group of old men in front of him. To be more precise, they were the teachers who graded that written test.
These few months of academy life has long taught Xiao Lin a latent rule: although appearance was not a criterion for judging age, anyone in that world who looked slightly older would definitely have entered academy very early on. Anyone who had reached that age and was allowed to stay in the academy were undoubtedly professor-level figures with actual talent.