"Did you write it wrong? Is it scribbled nonsense?"
Just as the words were spoken, an elderly professor with gray hair glared at him, "Shut up, don't cause trouble."
Okay! You're older, you've got a bigger temper, so he's looking for someone else to ask.
"How's it going? How did the exam go? How many questions did you get right?" After all, she's a friend of my daughter, can't embarrass myself too much, or my daughter won't look good either.
"Shut up, do you know how to ask questions?" The young professor shot the principal a glance.
Alright! A bit of talent comes with a bit of temper. Seeing you're a top student returned from the USA, I'll tolerate you!
So the principal looked for an old buddy he was familiar with and chose a more gentle approach to inquire, "Lao Zhao, how is it? How many did this girl get wrong?" You can't ask how many she got right, but surely you can ask how many she got wrong?
