Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 450: I came all the way here to comfort a lonely person

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This time the handwriting inside was changed to beautiful small characters.

—There are always more solutions than problems. Sister Nian has a bright future!

"???" Gu San stretched his neck to peek. He looked at two pictures in a row and became more and more confused. He turned his head and asked Liang Bowen: "What are you writing? Why can't I understand it?"

Liang Bowen glanced at Qiao Nian subconsciously. He didn't want to say anything, but Gu San kept asking, so he could only say it tactfully: "I called Sister Nian to ask about her grades before, and she said she couldn't estimate them. Everyone was very sad to hear that and was very worried about her. But the college entrance examination was approaching and the school didn't have a holiday, so no one could come, so I was the only one who came."

At this point, he looked at Qiao Nian. Her young face might have the shyness of a teenager who is not good at expressing emotions, but more of it was the determination to bring the whole class to him. Liang Bowen clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "Sister Nian, the joint entrance examination is not the only chance, we still have the college entrance examination. It doesn't matter if we didn't do well this time, it doesn't mean anything, let's work hard together in the college entrance examination, there will be no problem!"

Qiao Nian's eyes were dark, and she couldn't tell what she was feeling. It was October, but she felt warm in her heart. She held the glass bottle, turned her head, raised her eyes, and said insolently, "Who told you that I didn't do well in the exam?"

Liang Bowen thought she didn't want him to see her vulnerable side, so he became depressed: "You didn't tell us that you didn't do well in the exam, we guessed it ourselves. When I called you, I turned on the speakerphone, and everyone heard you say that you couldn't estimate the score..."

Not being able to estimate the score is almost equivalent to not doing well in the exam. If you do well in the exam, you will have a good idea of your results.

Qiao Nian didn’t even know how many points he could get in the exam, so it didn’t mean he didn’t do well.

Gu San couldn't listen any longer and interrupted him, his face looking quite incredible: "So when you heard Miss Qiao say on the phone that she couldn't estimate her score, you spontaneously assumed that she didn't do well in the exam and ran all the way to Beijing to comfort her in person?"

"What's wrong?" Liang Bowen asked back.

Gu San had a complicated expression and shook his head: "…there's nothing wrong."

He knew that Qiao Nian got along well with her classmates, but he never thought that Qiao Nian had such a good relationship with her classmates, so good that the whole class sent someone to care about her because they were worried that she didn't do well in the exam. This is a good thing, but... it seems to be used in the wrong place.

They comforted the wrong person!

The number one student at Tsinghua University needs to be comforted?!

"Well, have you ever thought that Miss Qiao's inaccurate estimate is because she did so well in the test?"

Liang Bowen was confused: "What do you mean?"

You did well in the test but can’t estimate your score

Gu San didn't know how to explain it to him. He looked at the suitcase he dragged over and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "That's right. Sometimes people do so well in the exam that it's hard to predict the last few points. For example, if you get 650, it's hard to predict whether the teacher will give you the last few points."

He said it easily, as if he was very experienced. God knows that he had the same idea as Liang Bowen before yesterday, and both thought that Qiao Nian would not do well in the exam.

I never thought that Qiao Nian could get full marks!

Liang Bowen was stunned at first, then a little confused, staring at Qiao Nian with his eyes wide open, and it took him a long while to find his voice again, but his throat was dry and his voice was dry and numb: "Sister Nian, you scored 650?"

It wasn’t 150 or 350 as they had guessed before, but Sister Nian scored 650?!

(End of this chapter)