Early in the morning on the 23rd, Ye Wan was woken up by a phone call.

On the other end of the phone, Cheng Liang's voice was anxious, "Ye Wan, have you checked your grades?"

"The results will be released today?"

Ye Wan took away his phone and looked at the calendar.

Cheng Liang: “…”

I heard the sound of a computer starting up.

Then, the keyboard started typing.

Cheng Liang felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat, "Did you see it?"

"Well……"

Ye Wan scratched his head, "I don't remember the login password!"

Bang! Hearing the sound of Cheng Liang falling off the chair, Ye Wan asked awkwardly, "Teacher Cheng, are you okay?"

“No…it’s okay…”

Cheng Liang felt that he could no longer count on Ye Wan.

Otherwise, what you will receive is not a transfer notice, but a critical illness notice from the hospital ICU.

"Check it first, and remember to fill in your application form after checking. If you are unsure..."

Suddenly remembering that Ye Wan's only aspiration from the beginning to the end was the Imperial Capital Film Academy, Cheng Liang changed the subject and said, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

The phone hung up.

Ye Wan blinked and changed the login method.

A few seconds later, the page opened and Ye Wan saw his results.

Well, it's exactly as expected.

…

At the same time, in the teaching office of Mingde Middle School, it was so quiet that only the occasional sound of keyboards could be heard.

"How's it going? Is it out?"

Looking at the head teacher moving as slowly as a sloth, Cheng Liang wanted to push him aside and check it himself.

But I didn't dare.

It's my fault that I still need someone to sign my transfer application.

I can’t afford to offend you, so I’ll just endure it!

When Zhao Yuxiu, the head teacher of Class 2, came in, a smug smile was clearly visible on her face.

"Teacher Cheng, don't forget to treat us to a meal!"

Cheng Liang's face froze.

After the mobilization meeting, a group of teachers started laughing and joking.

It is said that the highest score at Mingde Middle School this year was in the liberal arts class.

There are even better-looking science classes.

As the conversation went on, the head teachers of the two classes were confronted.

Cheng Liang and Zhao Yuxiu made a bet that whichever class had the highest score, the other one would treat all the teachers in the school to a meal.

But when he walked out of the auditorium and felt the cold wind, Cheng Liang came to his senses.

He teaches a liberal arts class, so what is there to compare with a science class? The exam papers for Chinese, math and English are the same, but can the exam papers for liberal arts and science be the same?

Cheng Liang wanted to cry but had no tears.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

Treating someone to a meal is a small matter.

Continuing to be the discipline committee member and working hard would be a big deal.

"Okay, okay, please!"

Cheng Liang said, "We will check the results of our class soon, so we will treat you at noon today. Sichuan cuisine or Northeastern cuisine? The Hunan restaurant outside the east gate of the school is also good. How do you like it?"

“Don’t…”

Zhao Yuxiu crossed her arms and looked around. "It's rare for Teacher Cheng to treat us. If the level is low, it will make our Teacher Cheng look stingy. If we want to go, let's go to Sicheng Hotel. Teacher Cheng, what do you think?"

Cheng Liang's heart twitched.

Sicheng Hotel is the largest restaurant in Sicheng.

The cheapest banquet there costs 6,888 per table.

Not to mention all the teachers in the school, even if we only invited those teachers who participated in the betting that day, there would be at least ten tables.

This does not include drinks.

This meal is going for 100,000, right? Looking embarrassed, Cheng Liang raised his eyes and met the willfulness in Zhao Yuxiu's eyes.

If it weren't for him, Zhao Yuxiu would have been transferred to the teaching and research group long ago.

But his teaching results and qualifications were there, which clearly surpassed hers, so Zhao Yuxiu never got what she wanted.

Is this...blaming him? He wanted to open his mouth to retort, but Ye Wan's words "You should be guaranteed a promotion and a raise" suddenly popped up in his mind, and Cheng Liang blurted out, "Okay, no problem!"

Zhao Yuxiu's smile immediately overflowed.

Cheng Liang's scalp tingled.

Then the dean of studies said, "It's out! Old Cheng, your class's results are out!"

(End of this chapter)