"Just you, score in the top 100? Aren't you afraid that you'll hurt your tongue by bluffing?"
Hua Chi was dying of laughter.
He and Ye Qingran had been classmates for two years. As the class monitor, he knew very well what Ye Qingran's grades were like.
Because of his appearance, some people said that Ye Qingran was the most handsome student in the school.
Because of his grades, everyone said that Ye Qingran was a no-gooder.
This no-gooder was always either the last or the second to last on every exam.
Not to mention the top 100, it was impossible for him to rank at 100 from the bottom.
Hua Chi said contemptuously, "If you can get into the top 100, even if our class isn't in the last place, I will apologize to you. I will kneel down and apologize! !"
