"I’m guessing I did badly too; there were so many questions I didn’t know how to answer, including that fill-in-the-blank. I just filled it in randomly," Wang Jingjing said with a worried frown, describing her situation.
Zhou Siyu’s heart leapt with joy, "Then, how much do you think you scored this time?"
Wang Jingjing was always pretty honest about her scores; whenever she predicted a score, the actual result would usually only fluctuate by a few points.
This exam was different from the previous ones because of the award competition. Every classmate was a rival, and although she had no chance of placing in the top three, she did have a shot at the progress award.
Throughout the semester, everyone’s grades hadn’t changed much. The top ten would just shuffle among a few students. Sometimes Wang Jingjing scored better than her, other times much worse.
This time she had a hunch she did well, and if Wang Jingjing didn’t score higher than her, the progress award might very well be hers.
"Around eighty points, I guess!" Wang Jingjing spoke truthfully. "The essay this time was a bit tricky, and there were several fill-in-the-blank questions I just guessed on; I’m pretty sure all of them are wrong."
"Eighty points?" Zhou Siyu’s expression changed slightly, and her tone was somewhat displeased, "You call that doing poorly? These questions were so difficult, I don’t think even the top scorer will reach ninety points. You score over eighty and still say you did poorly."
This is bragging, right?
She felt she could only score around eighty or ninety points herself. If Wang Jingjing’s score was close to hers, then her chances of winning the progress award were in jeopardy...
"There’s a progress award this time. If I’m aiming for that, then this is considered doing poorly," Wang Jingjing confessed honestly. "Fortunately, the progress award is based on cumulative scores. Even if I didn’t do well in Chinese, as long as I did well in the other subjects, it’s fine."
Zhou Siyu was thoroughly unhappy now, and the more she looked at Wang Jingjing, the less she liked her.
"Your family is well-off, so why are you so obsessed with the progress award?"
"Getting the progress award is way more prestigious than just a top-five certificate. I want to show my parents that the money they’re spending on my education isn’t wasted." With that award, she’d have face when visiting relatives during the New Year’s festivities.
Zhou Siyu wanted nothing more to do with Wang Jingjing after that.
For Wang Jingjing, the award was just a way to feed her vanity, but to her, it meant something different. If she won the progress award, her parents would definitely be pleased.
They would think she was promising and treat her better; they might even contribute some tuition money. Then, with both families supporting her through college, she wouldn’t have to worry about her studies anymore.
As the two approached the restroom, they ran into Shen Mianmian coming out. Wang Jingjing asked mockingly, "Shen Mianmian, I saw how eagerly you turned in your test. So, how much do you think you scored this time?"
Shen Mianmian glanced at her and said nonchalantly, "If I say a hundred points, would you believe me?"
Without waiting for a reply, she walked past them.
"Such a blowhard," Wang Jingjing glared at her. The source of thɪs content is 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥
If Shen Mianmian could score a hundred, she’d eat the shit in the women’s restroom.
The ten-minute restroom break flew by, and as the bell for class rang, the vice principal and Teacher Hu came in with the math papers.
After a brief glance at the test papers, many students started to groan with worried frowns, "It’s so hard!"
The teachers had already reviewed these test papers. This year’s questions were indeed more difficult than in previous years, and Teacher Hu, not sure why, instinctively looked in Shen Mianmian’s direction.