As they were talking, Xu En glanced at his phone, which lay in his hands.
On the screen was the WeChat interface; he had sent several messages to Bai Lian, asking about her gaokao and when she would be coming to Jiangjing.
But she hadn't replied the whole time.
Listening to Xu Wenyao and Xu Zhiyue's conversation, he opened Bai Lian's profile picture and then sent another message—
Xu En: "Even Zhiyue and others say this gaokao was tough, don't dwell on it if you've passed, no one from the affiliated school did well"
Xu En: "#@!%..."
He sent a long string of comforting words.
"Nothing much is going on at our school," Xu Zhiyue put down her pencil case, speaking slowly and softly, "The students in our class are all discussing this, many didn't do well."
"That's strange indeed," Xu Wenyao narrowed his eyes slightly, "How come the questions were so far beyond the norm this year?"
