"Reporting to Mr. Bo, it's divided by grades," Wei Yang answered honestly.
And couldn't help but quietly add some idle talk,
"The East Sea Class where Miss Xi sits is called the 'trash class' *cough cough*, it's for the worst students, the ones no other class wants, the ones with connections, second-generation rich kids. Their exam scores have always averaged around the pass line, it's a crappy class."
"But with Miss Xi, the East Sea Class's morale is high. It's said that for the past few days, they've been really putting effort into reviewing for the fourth mock exam. Maybe this time they might pass..."
Little did he know.
Bao Gucheng wasn't concerned about grades at all.
He suddenly interrupted Wei Yang, "Have them switch to dividing by gender."
On the other end of the line, Wei Yang nearly jumped off the spring bed in the duty room: "Bo, Mr. Bo, sorry, I didn't quite catch your order just now..."
"Divide by gender." The man emphasized.
