The next to go up was the 2nd group, the 3rd group... until the 8th group at the back, all with results within the normal range.

Most received a C or a D.

However, the 6th group performed exceptionally well, receiving a B-, and everyone in the group screamed with joy.

The 9th group finished presenting on stage.

After the ten or so tutors completed grading, fatigue was evident on their faces, clearly showing everyone was tired.

The 9th group received an unsatisfactory D-, the lowest score this time.

The representative of their group, who presented, walked off with a long face, almost unable to hold back tears, quickly hugging a friend and appearing on the verge of crying.

Although the 9th group’s members felt quite upset, they knew that there was still one group after them. Given that the next group’s scores had consistently been Fs, they managed to calm down a bit, comforted their team, and waited for the last group to present.

"The last group can come up now." Jake Rabenstein put down his pen, looking exhausted, rubbed his temples, and unemotionally reminded the next group to come up.

Several tutors knew the 10th group’s level. Most people were no longer serious; those who wanted to sip tea did so, and those who wanted to chat did so. It was clear they didn’t take the last group seriously!

Some people in the large lecture hall were ready to leave.

However, according to the institute’s rules, assessments of all ten groups had to be completed before anyone could leave the lecture hall.

So, everyone could only wait for one group to go up.

Zevaney Kingsley was also waiting for the last group to go up.

She was staring intently at the corner, thinking that this time Nathalie Quinlan would represent the 10th group, but unexpectedly, under everyone’s gaze, Williansen Barness picked up the laptop and walked up to the stage with a straight posture. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Is it Williansen?"

"I thought it would be Wincent Sullivan going up this time."

"Tsk, does it make a difference who goes up? Anyway, they’re always last place. It’s the same no matter who goes."

"..."

A buzz of discussion started in the lecture hall.

Nelson Jones saw Williansen Barness calmly inserting the USB flash drive on stage and then looked at Zevaney Kingsley, speaking disdainfully, "I thought the rookie king would go up, tsk, she’s quite smart, knowing that going up would only embarrass herself, hiding behind others! But hiding won’t help either, the group assessment looks at the group score. If Williansen gets an F, she also gets an F..."

Zevaney Kingsley didn’t comment, lowering her gaze, simply saying, "Let’s see first, maybe they’ll improve this time."

"They chose the same research direction as us, which is a big taboo in group assessments. We’ve already displayed our results and got an A. What good grades can they get?" Nelson Jones sneered at Williansen Barness on stage starting the preparations.

Zevaney Kingsley didn’t speak further, but a sense of unease arose in her heart.

She always felt that Nathalie Quinlan was too composed!

If the 10th group wasn’t hiding a trump card, why were they so calm after the others got the A result, as if they weren’t afraid to confront them head-on?

"Don’t speak too soon, let’s just watch and see."

Having said this, Nelson Jones could only restrain his curiosity and watch the stage.