The average age of 33 students and the class teacher in a class is 15 years.If the class teacher’s age is 48 years,what would be the average age of only the students? ?->(Show Answer!)

1. The average age of 33 students and the class teacher in a class is 15 years.If the class teacher’s age is 48 years,what would be the average age of only the students?

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