June 7th.
The sky was clear and cloudless.
Yucai High School.
One by one, the senior students walked out of the examination hall, some with faces full of dejection, others with anxious expressions...
"Fang Xing... that last major question..."
Ouyang Qianqian was full of trepidation, wanting to come over and check her answers.
"Regarding that translation question in 'Ussuru language,' I believe the original meaning should be..."
Fang Xing smiled slightly and directly reported the standard answer.
"It's over... I got it wrong."
Bai Lang, who was listening by the side, couldn't help but show a face filled with dejection.
"Oh no, I forgot to add that part..."
Ouyang Qianqian's face also changed color.
"How did you do the penultimate question?"
"I think I..."
A group of students gathered together, their expressions growing worse and worse, with the trend of developing into an army of dejection.
