Qiao Yun hung up the phone and looked toward Li Miao beside her.
Li Miao was holding her hands together, muttering something under her breath, and then it seemed she summoned a great deal of courage to open the official website of Shengyang with her phone.
After entering the relevant information, her end-of-term exam results quickly popped up on the screen.
Seeing the results, Li Miao was completely dumbfounded and grabbed Qiao Yun's hand, "Qiaoqiao, hit me, quick."
Qiao Yun said, "No, that's not good, I won't hit you, you didn't provoke me."
"Never mind, if you won't, I will." After saying that, Li Miao slapped herself.
Slap.
It was very loud.
Qiao Yun: "..."
Li Miao covered her face, her expression one of shock: "Shit, that hurts. I'm not dreaming, Qiaoqiao, do you know what score I got?"
"Hmm?" Qiao Yun was puzzled.
"I'm ranked 99th in our year!" Li Miao was so excited she was about to jump out of her chair, "Even a poor student like me can have a spring day!"
