"Four hundred and sixty, Yang Zhen, Imperial College student. 459th place, li zhuming, from hushui County of Qingzhou ..."
The clerk standing under the Wall of Fame and reputation announced the results loudly. The moment he opened his mouth, the originally noisy wave of voices quieted down.
Thousands of students perked up their ears to listen, and when they heard their names, they either cried tears of joy or raised their arms and cried out.
"Erlang, why haven't I heard your name yet?" His aunt was a little anxious.
"Mother, it's only a hundred something." "Didn't you say that second brother is at the Huiyuan stage?" Xu lingyue comforted.
The Auntie glared at her daughter. This wretched girl even dared to tease her.
"Erlang, it's not your turn yet,"
When he was in the 50th place, his aunt became even more anxious and frowned.
"Let's wait a little longer," Xu Erlang frowned.
