Dong Hao's heart inexplicably trembled, the surging blood qi dissipated slightly, and even his voice was much lower.
"Jiashu, have your results come out?"
"They have, what about yours?" Duan Jiasu was also a bit nervous, especially when he saw Dong Hao, his feelings were complicated.
Ever since his little cousin noticed that Dong Hao was borrowing his luck, he had deliberately kept his distance from Dong Hao. As the college entrance exam approached, Dong Hao didn't suspect anything, only thinking that Jiasu was feeling stressed due to underperformance in multiple mock tests.
"How did you do?" Dong Hao asked, already leaning closer to Duan Jiasu, just in time to see the number on the computer screen where the score was displayed.
It was like a nail had been driven into his eye, the bitterness in his heart was overwhelming.
That was the number he had been dreaming of.
