"Ren Character Field No. 13?"
In front of the north window of the main hall, a burly bald man over nine feet tall paced excitedly back and forth, his eyes glued to an exam paper, muttering to himself.
Inside the hall, the other teachers and students exchanged glances, probably understanding that this painting teacher had encountered a paper he liked. Although it's common to occasionally find exceptional works among the top-ranking students' exam papers, it was rare to see such a strong reaction as exhibited by Duan Jiuling.
"Mr. Duan, please calm down and return to your place. Discuss anything you wish after the grading is done, but don't disturb the other teachers' work," Meng Zhengjun advised.
The more Duan Jiuling looked at the painting, the happier he became. After Meng Zhengjun finished speaking, he didn't lift his head and might not have heard, but he kept smiling and admiring the painting as he strolled back to his seat without watching his steps.
