In the afternoon, the results for the third mock exam in Chinese came out.
"Whoa, Chinese 92?"
Yang Qiming's eyes bulged like a bull's, looking incredulous, "No way, did they mark it wrong?"
"Let me see." Sun Zhicheng leaned over to look and saw the Chinese column with two numbers clearly written.
92.
He was secretly delighted, thinking that misery loves company. But he didn't show it on his face, only sighed faintly.
"Sigh, they probably added the scores wrong."
Beside him, Huang Caicai also comforted, "Yeah, Brother Yang, maybe they forgot to add the essay score?"
Hearing this, Sun Zhicheng almost stumbled and fell.
Damn!
How absurd, saying something like that. The essay's minimum score is 40. If they forgot the essay score,
wouldn't that mean Yang Qiming scored over 130 in Chinese?
That's crazy.
Yang Qiming blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed. Although he did have a natural gift, Caicai also...
was over-praising him.
