My Student Can't Be This Bad at Solving Problems (1)

The day after the exam.

Mom and I plopped the stack of answer sheets down on the research-room desk with a clack- and picked up our red pens, brimming with excitement.

“All right! Let’s start grading!”

I had no idea how long I’d been waiting for this day.

How had the unnis and oppas solved the problems I’d worked so hard to create?

Besides, everyone had dashed out as soon as they were allowed to leave, so surely the scores would be fantastic!

“Hmm-hmm~ Hm-hmm~”

I hummed to myself as I turned over the first page.

Flap- flap-.

And after I had flipped through about twenty answer sheets...