Starting the re-study journey on the spot?
Not only did Wang Shuang shudder in fear, but Peng Guoqing was also nervous.
If Wang Shuang had to re-study, would Xie Qian still have time for him?
Peng Guoqing hurriedly interrupted Xie Qian, “Hey, don’t say that, it’s bad luck! Wang Shuang definitely did fine!”
“Exactly, Xie Qian, don’t jinx me and scare away my exam luck!”
Wang Shuang grumbled, echoing Peng Guoqing.
One slacker supporting another, the two locked eyes, seeing mutual longing.
One longed not to re-study this year, the other not to re-study next year. At this moment, the two slackers set aside their semester-long rivalry, becoming the closest of “allies,” nearly hugging on the spot to cheer each other on!
Wen Ying was amused by these two clowns.
“Alright, can you two be serious? Wang Shuang, you don’t need to worry too much. Based on your third mock exam results, as long as you performed normally, re-studying is unlikely—unless you aimed too high with your university choices!”
Before the college entrance exam, there were three mock exams organised across Rongcheng’s greater region for senior students. From the first to the third, Wang Shuang’s scores improved each time.
That’s why Wang Shuang was brimming with confidence during the exam and got cocky afterward. A slacker who could only score 300 points wouldn’t dare say “the questions weren’t hard” even if drunk on a bottle of liquor. He had to have reached a certain level to be so bold—
Caught out by Wen Ying, Wang Shuang dropped the act and spoke honestly:
“I really thought I did well, but—”
Li Mengjiao suddenly shouted, “You can check scores now! Call quickly!”
Li Mengjiao had been quiet, staring at the clock on Xie Qian’s living room wall, finally catching the exact time.
Wang Shuang nearly dropped his phone from Li Mengjiao’s yell.
Everyone in the living room, except Xie Qian, was helping Wang Shuang check his score. The newly opened score system was congested. Wen Ying got lucky today, connecting on her third try. She immediately put the phone on speaker:
“…Total score: 597 points.”
The living room fell silent.
Wang Shuang, as if punched, sprang up from the sofa. “How much?”
“You heard it. 597 points.”
Xie Qian answered, his voice flat, like a humanoid robot. “This year’s exam wasn’t particularly hard. I thought you’d at least break 600. 597 is a middling score. Modu’s universities are highly competitive, and with this score, your options are limited—almost none.”
The score cutoff was available. Sichuan’s first-tier undergraduate line for science was 560 points. Wang Shuang exceeded it by 37 points, but Modu and Beijing were the top choices for students nationwide. With only 37 points above the line, Wang Shuang’s choices were narrow!
Wang Shuang’s face fell.
“The questions were pretty easy. I thought I’d score over 600, but only 597?!”
Peng Guoqing’s pupils and ears quaked: 597 was already high, and Xie Qian wasn’t satisfied?!
Thinking of his own mock exam scores, Peng Guoqing shrank back, not daring to join the conversation. Moments ago, he and Wang Shuang were slacker comrades, but now he saw Wang Shuang as a mini-scholar.
A pure slacker, tutored by Xie Qian into a mini-scholar—Peng Guoqing’s heart raced at the thought!
Li Mengjiao had planned to tease Wang Shuang, but seeing his genuine distress, she swallowed her taunts. Better to mock him privately, not in front of friends, lest the fool lose face.
Wen Ying also thought Wang Shuang’s score was so-so.
It reminded her of her cousin Wen Kai’s first college entrance exam. Wen Kai had scored only 31 points above the first-tier line, with no good university options in Beijing. After re-studying for a year, he scored 668, 70 points above the line, and was admitted to Beijing Aerospace University as he wished!
Wang Shuang was in the same awkward spot as Wen Kai pre-re-study. Just 37 points above the line meant he could get into a university, but a slightly better performance could’ve landed him a top-tier school or better major… Xie Qian hadn’t lost his temper, but Wen Ying knew he wasn’t pleased.
Xie Qian might seem aloof, but once he accepted someone as a friend, he cared deeply.
He had invested a lot of effort in Wang Shuang.
Turning a bottom-ranking slacker into someone who scored 37 points above the first-tier line was no easy feat for any top tutor.
Xie Qian, still a student himself, was juggling three others, making it even tougher!
Wait, thinking about it, Xie Qian was really impressive~
Wen Ying reined in her wandering thoughts. Xie Qian had poured effort and emotion into Wang Shuang, so with the score falling short of expectations, of course he was unhappy.
Now wasn’t the time to add fuel to the fire. Wen Ying offered balanced advice: “Your options are narrow, but we should consider Wang Shuang’s needs. He only wants to study in Modu, with no specific requirements for schools or majors. This score should get him admitted.”
Before the exam, Wang Shuang had gone all out. After, he immediately joined Tianjiao as an intern, too busy to think about specific schools or majors. His only firm goal was to study in Modu.
Any major would do, as long as he wasn’t separated from his friends!
Wen Ying’s words were a lifeline to a drowning Wang Shuang. He looked pitifully at Xie Qian for confirmation: “Xie God, is Wen Ying right?”
Wang Shuang asked, but Xie Qian, in a bit of a mood, didn’t want to respond.
But since Wen Ying brought it up—
Xie Qian mentally reviewed the admission data for Modu’s universities in recent years. “If you’re not picky about schools or majors, your score does fit one university. It was formerly Huafang University, now a 211 institution.”
Wang Shuang’s gloom instantly lifted with a shot of adrenaline.
“My score can get me into a Modu 211 university? I thought I’d only make a regular first-tier school!”
After learning his score, Wang Shuang hadn’t dared hope for much. Hearing Xie Qian say he could aim for a Modu 211 filled him with joy.
As for the risk of not being admitted, Wang Shuang didn’t even consider it.
Could Xie Qian be wrong? If he picked this school, admission was guaranteed!
Wang Shuang was so elated he could almost fly. Just then, his phone rang—it was his father, Wang Jun.
Wang Shuang answered, and Wang Jun’s booming voice blasted through the receiver:
“Son, have you checked your score? Your mom and I just did—597! You’ve made us so proud!!”
Wang Jun was incoherent with excitement, complaining that his son had been too modest, saying he might need to re-study, which kept him from booking a celebratory banquet venue.
Wang Shuang sneaked a glance at Xie Qian, not daring to be too smug. “I didn’t perform that well. Xie Qian says I can only apply to one 211 university. I’m thinking about re-studying—”
“What?!”
On the other end, Wang Jun’s voice shot up several decibels. “A Modu 211 university? This calls for a three-day celebration banquet! Son, you’ve outdone yourself! Tell me what reward you want—Dad will buy it!”
