Xu Xingchen felt like he was going insane, 597 points...
In his three years of high school, he had never scored so poorly!
Although he had braced himself, after all, he didn't even finish the last paragraph of his essay, seeing those three digits, Xu Xingchen was completely dumbstruck.
It was slightly better than his estimated score of 582, but what difference did it make? He didn't even break 600.
It's known that this year, thanks to the Immortal Teacher, many students scored very well, yet he had a disastrous exam.
Yang Jingya sneered coldly, "Duan Xiuhao, is this the son you've been anticipating so much? With such pathetic scores, he thinks he can return to the Duan Family?"
Xu Xingchen's hands tightly clutched his pants, as he bit down on his teeth, his eyes reddening.
