Unexpectedly, Wang Zihao, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly looked up and said excitedly:
"Teacher, it's not... you didn't say that to me before..."
"What did I say!" Guo Yi, being quite sharp, gave Wang Zihao no chance to speak, launching a direct verbal barrage:
"Look into your heart, when the class was selecting candidates for the scholarship, wasn't it you the teacher asked first? And weren't your materials incomplete?"
"Your materials were insufficient, and the teacher definitely couldn't process them. Otherwise, I'd risk a minor disciplinary action from the school or, at worst, legal trouble. Is your heart so ruthless?"
Guo Yi's barrage made Yang Shu frown.
"Alright, please, let the student speak first."
Just as Guo Yi was about to unleash another tirade, he turned his head upon hearing these words, and noticed Yang Shu, someone unfamiliar, who probably wasn't a school leader.
Still, Guo Yi, skilled in social matters as a class teacher, cautiously asked:
