Hearing these remarks from the prominent figures, Zhang Jiange could not help but feel secretly smug. Although he had been selected for the special class with the lowest score, one had to remember that these thirty students had been meticulously chosen from thousands of applicants across various universities. Even at the bottom of the list, he still stood among the elite of his peers. He never believed he was inferior to others, nor did he believe that a temporary setback meant he could never surpass those ahead of him.
He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the stack of research proposals on the podium. Time ticked by, and the professors not only critiqued the innovative proposals submitted by the students, pointing out which concepts held merit, but also harshly criticized those that lacked sound argumentation and were supported by weak data.
Zhang Jiange grew restless and couldn't help but turn to look at Zhou Mingzhu. However, he found that, like the other students who had been called out, she was busy taking notes on the professors' feedback. Zhang Jiange pursed his lips and lowered his head, pretending to take notes himself.
Chapter 132