Qin Xin looked up at him blandly.
This isn’t programming code, it’s normal for him not to understand.
She continued to write, and soon filled up an entire sheet of paper with elegance.
Ignored, Ao Xinghao idly chewed on a blade of grass, feeling sowhat non-existent.
Suddenly, he rembered sothing and imdiately sent a WeChat ssage: "Old man, tell Gou Dachun to send over the results of the anatomy review test from the other day."
The reply ca back quickly: "Hmph, brat, do I look like a report card to you?"
Ao Xinghao sent a disdainful emoji: "You have three minutes."
One minute later.
The report card was sent to Ao Xinghao’s phone.
anwhile, Gou Dachun in the office, staring at his inbox hoping for a reply from the big shot QUEEN, was inexplicably urged by the school board to submit the results for a minor test, looking utterly confused.
Ao Xinghao quickly scanned the freshly baked, yet-to-be-announced report card.
When he saw Qin Xin’s na at the bottom, he took a deep breath.
He closed his eyes.
His throat bobbed.
Then, unwillingly, he took another deep breath, turned around, and in a lowered, as gentle a voice as possible, directed towards the girl writing code, "Um, Qingxin, did you perhaps forget the secret code we agreed on?"
Qin Xin: "What secret code?"
Ao Xinghao raised his index finger.
Qin Xin thought for a mont: "A?"
Ao Xinghao quickly raised his ring finger.
Qin Xin: "C... right?"
Ao Xinghao covered his face, looking utterly hopeless.
That’s right, the code matched!
He turned back, only then did he find his na on the report card.
points.
That’s correct, it was his most serious exam yet. Except for losing 2 points for sloppy handwriting, his answers were actually perfect.
The multiple-choice questions were worth 80%.
Normally, as long as Qingxin copied his multiple-choice answers, she’d get 80 points, easily surpassing 90% of the clinical dicine students.
Unless Gou Dachun, that fool, graded the papers wrong!
Otherwise, how could such a godly score appear?!
Ao Xinghao couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t even listen to Ao ng’s jokes, wishing his dear aunt would either dismiss the class imdiately or faint on the lectern.
Class dismissed.
He kicked the chair of the Anatomy class representative: "Hurry up and get the papers."
The class rep scratched his head: "God Ao, Teacher Gou said to get them when he cos to class this afternoon, I thought..."
Ao Xinghao: "I don’t want your ’thought,’ I want my ’thought!’"
"At your command!" The class representative quickly rolled away.
Then swiftly returned with a thick stack of papers.
Ao Xinghao picked out Qin Xin’s paper and personally started checking each answer.
Everyone crowded around curiously:
So admired: "God Ao, you’re first again! But I didn’t see you review, you were sleeping in all of Gou Dachun’s classes?"
Soone else wailed: "So difficult, I’m burnt out again! God Ao, please help, let catch so of your good luck..."
Soone noticed the paper Ao Xinghao was frowning at: "Eh? Isn’t this Lan Qingxin’s?"
Everyone’s gaze imdiately and gossipingly focused on the total score column of the paper.
Godly score.
Truly a godly score.
Then, everyone fell silent.
Then, they quietly dispersed back to their seats, avoiding making any noise with their retreating footsteps, casting complex glances in Qin Xin’s direction, as if afraid to disturb her.
And Qin Xin was seriously writing a bunch of code no one understood, occasionally drawing so chaotic diagrams.
She wasn’t concerned at all about the papers and scores.
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