Qiao Xi yawned and lazily leaned against the chair. "So what you're saying is that no matter who loses, we can't look for Qiao Rou and plead with her to intercede?"
Wang Qing nodded heavily. "Yes!"
Qiao Xi lightly tapped the table with her fingers, then raised her head to look at Qiao Rou. "My good younger sister, did you hear that? You can't plead on my behalf, so don't even think about being a saint today."
Qiao Rou bit her lip and was about to cry. Unfortunately, before anyone could speak up for her, someone shouted from outside, "The results are out! The results are out!"
A representative of an unknown class was holding his phone and shouting, "Come, come, come. Students, quickly log into the university's website to check your results. I heard that the scores for this year's test are very different. The good ones are especially good, while the bad ones consist of a variety of grades. There are all kinds of scores, and there are even those who got single digits."
