Hearing this, Lin Dong perked up.
He didn't even have time to wipe his feet, and, in the middle of winter, stood in the dormitory hallway wearing wet slippers to open the app.
Lin Dong went in only to find a blank page, so he went to the window and lifted his phone.
"Dear God, I sacrifice Ah Cheng's five-year romantic luck, just get me the results quickly! And by the way, bless me with a high score."
The next second, the screen refreshed.
The screen showed: Candidate: Lin Dong. Only the math section appeared, black three digits: 130.
Seeing this, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Getting 130 in math is already a very high score for the entire senior year, but he was the class representative.
Even the math class representative of the parallel class could score this.
"Brother Dong!"
Hu Nianzhong rushed out, excitedly saying.
"The results are out!"
However, looking up, Lin Dong was already back in bed.
