In the black sedan.
Zhang Jianwu sat in the driver's seat, eyes closed in repose.
"Ring, ring!"
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Zhang Jianwu opened his eyes.
"Beep~" He answered the call.
"Director Zhang." Cao Feng's voice came from the other end: "How is the situation?"
"Jiang Ye hasn't returned yet." Zhang Jianwu shook his head and said, "Old Cao, why are you more anxious than I am? You've called three times this hour."
Cao Feng laughed helplessly: "How can I not be anxious? If Jiang Ye succeeds, he has a very high chance of scoring 870 points, with bonus points, that's 890!"
For An City No.3 High School, only about ten students join the Twenty-Five Schools Alliance every year.
Among them, maybe only one can score above 890, or none at all.
But this year.
Zhao Qingli is almost a certainty.
And if Jiang Ye can also reach that score?
An City No.3 High School would have two students scoring above 890, surpassing the neighboring An City Second High School.
