The Prelude to Face Slapping

"I don't deserve to be Chinese! Really! When characters are written individually, I understand them. But when characters are paired, I no longer understand what they mean!"

"This is the first time I left so many questions blank for literature! I didn't even know how to guess!"

"I have no hope of getting into university. It doesn't matter what I score. As long as I graduate high school, I'm good!"

"I miss Jingjing. Don't ask me who Jingjing is."

"What did you choose for question 1?"

"..."

A group of students were so loud and chaotic that the roof was about to be blown off.

There were some people slamming the tables, some asking for consolation, some looking for answers, and some giving up on themselves…

But more than ever, there were complaints over the difficulty of the exam.

Lou Chen tapped on Qiao Qing's back, "Qingqing, how did you do?"

Qiao Qing turned around to find his violently bitter face.