The average scores of the Beijing examinees are published!

The next day.

The storm was not over yet.

The first thing he heard when he woke up and opened his eyes was the ringing of his cell phone.

Zhang Ye was in a half-awake state when he answered the call, "Hello, who is it?"

"It's Pan Yang." It was the Dean of Peking University's School of Mathematical Sciences on the line.

Zhang Ye suddenly felt more awake, and asked knowingly, "Ha, Dean Pan, what's the matter for you to call so early in the morning?"

Pan Yang did not hold back. "Why did you pull that shit on me yesterday?"

Zhang Ye played dumb. "Ah? Did I?"

"You claimed that the questions were set by me?" Pan Yang asked.

Zhang Ye said, "What? What questions were set by you? Did I say that? I don't remember anymore. I was too tired yesterday, so I went to bed immediately after I got home."

"You rascal, still pretending to be innocent."

"Hehe, that's not it."