Zuzi’s casual and lazy attitude looked, in the eyes of Gu Pinting and her mother, just like a slacker giving up on herself.
It seed like she reluctantly agreed to let everyone check her grades.
She must be afraid of getting embarrassed, right?
But they just wanted to see Zuzi humiliate herself in front of everyone!
Who told the old man to deliberately put Zuzi at the most prestigious seat at the main table and secretly invite so many big shots to support her?
Don’t think they didn’t know, a rural girl like Zuzi couldn’t possibly have any skills, it was definitely all arranged by Mr. Gu, creating the illusion of prosperity and excitent.
It’s all to allow this outsider to establish herself in the Gu Family!
Gu Pinting eagerly said, "Since you want to check, tell us your exam number, and we’ll check for you."
Sun Jiao: "Yes, you rural people aren’t very good with computers and apps, you won’t get it right."
They didn’t trust Zuzi to check herself; what if she faked a screenshot of her results to fool them?
Zuzi propped her chin and thought for a mont, "I don’t rember."
Such trivial matters weren’t even worth her ancestor’s Divine Sense paying attention to.
Sun Jiao sneered sarcastically, "Oh, is it that you don’t rember, or you don’t dare?"
Bao Gucheng coolly glanced at the mother and daughter, "I’ll check."
Sun Jiao was scared speechless by Bao Gucheng’s terrifying, piercing gaze, "But..."
Bao Gucheng: "Such trivial matters, I can rember for her."
With long, rugged fingers, he directly entered a string of numbers at the grade inquiry portal.
The distinguished guests beside them marveled, "Mr. Bo’s mory..."
The unique test admission number for the Empire’s college entrance exam is fourteen-digit Arabic nurals, a dull number used only once and then voided, which most people simply cannot rember.
Mr. Gu stroked his beard and smiled, "Gucheng indeed is a competent tutor."
Sun Jiao felt suffocated, "..."
Isn’t this tutor a bit too ddleso?
Why not handle the student’s eating, drinking, and sleeping too?
She closely watched Bao Gucheng’s finger movents, afraid of missing the exciting mont when Zuzi would make a fool of herself.
"Wait," Zuzi slightly curved her red lips, interrupting everyone’s attention, "Xiao Bei, isn’t your heart not very good?"
Mr. Gu realized she was addressing him, paused for a second, and replied, "Yes."
At his age, his health was declining, constantly feeling like his days were numbered. Recently, his insomnia worsened, unable to sleep all night, his heart was seriously burdened, always feeling out of breath, fearing he might suddenly pass away one day.
Zuzi nodded slightly, "Xiao Bei, did you bring your dication?"
"Ah? Yes, at my age, I carry quick-acting heart pills with ."
"That’s good then."
Zuzi’s head-scratching question.
No one thought much of it.
Instead, Gu Pinting, who had been staring at her, snorted, "Zuzi, are you afraid that the score will make Grandpa have a heart attack and die?"
The crowd suddenly realized and sincerely expressed:
"Miss Xi, college entrance exam scores really aren’t important."
"Yes, yes, we don’t care about the scores."
"Talent isn’t determined by scores, we all understand."
Gu Pinting was about to explode with anger, "..." Are these people blind followers? A group of academic elites saying entrance exam scores don’t matter? Scores don’t matter?
Let’s see you try admitting soone who scored zero in all subjects?
Not to ntion zero, soone like her with a 700 score couldn’t even get under any of the big shots seated here; she could barely make it to the Imperial University dical College as a straggler.
So frustrating!
She must have Zuzi’s lousy grades displayed in public to soothe her inner fury!
"It’s out, it’s out!"
Sun Jiao stared at Bao Gucheng’s phone screen, and that spinning loading icon finally stopped, popping up a record of the candidate’s grades in the dialog box—
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