This time, the handwriting was Juan Xiuâs.
âThere are always more solutions than problems. Sister Nianâs future is incredibly bright!
â???â Gu San craned his neck to read it once again. Having read two of those notes, he was getting confused. He turned to ask Liang Bowen, âWhat have you guys written, why donât I understand a thing?â
Liang Bowen intuitively turned to look at Qiao Nian. He wasnât planning to talk about it, but with Gu San repeatedly asking, he had to say it tactfully. âPreviously, we called Sister Nian to ask about her results and she said she couldnât gauge it. Everyone felt bad and worried for her. But the College Entrance Examination is approaching and there are no school breaks anymore, so the rest of them couldnât come. Thus, I came alone.â
On that note, he turned to look at Qiao Nian. He looked a bit shy, like a young man who was inept at expressing himself. But more than anything, he was determined to carry out the mission well, since the class depended on him. Liang Bowen clenched his fists and said in a serious tone, âSister Nian, that examination wasnât your only chance, we still have our College Entrance Examination to go. Itâs alright if you donât do well this time, it doesnât mean anything. We can work hard together for the College Entrance Examination. Weâll be alright!â
Qiao Nianâs eyes were dark, and she didnât say a thing about how she felt. It was already October, and the weather was cool, but she felt warm and fuzzy deep down. She held the bottle close to her and turned around, asking him, âWho told you I didnât do well?â
Liang Bowen thought that she was trying to hide her vulnerability, and his mood sank along with hers. âNobody told us that you didnât do well, we guessed it ourselves. I had my call with you on speaker mode, and everyone heard that you were unable to gauge your score...â
Not being able to gauge a score basically meant that one did not do well. If anyone felt that they did well, they would have a rough gauge of what grades to expect.
If Qiao Nian couldnât even figure out how many marks she could score, it must mean that she had done badly.
Gu San couldnât bear it anymore and cut him off with a look of incredulity. âSo, you guys heard Miss Qiao say over the phone that she wasnât able to gauge her score, and you flew all the way to Beijing to comfort her in person?â
âWhatâs wrong with that?â Liang Bowen asked him in return.
Gu Sanâs expression was a mix of many emotions. He shook his head. â...Nothingâs wrong with that.â
He knew that Qiao Nian was on good terms with her classmates, but he didnât expect their relationship to be so close that they would send someone to comfort her because they were worried sheâd be disappointed in herself. This was good... but it also seemed wrong.
They were comforting the wrong person!
Would the top student of Qing University need any comforting?!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âUh, did it not cross your minds that Miss Qiao might have been unable to gauge her score because she did too well?â
Liang Bowen was stunned. âWhat does that mean?â
She did well but couldnât gauge her score?
Gu San had no idea how to explain it to him. Seeing the luggage he had brought along, Gu San was caught between laughter and tears. âSo... you know when people do too well, they wonât be able to figure out whether theyâll be able to score the last few marks. For instance, if youâre scoring about 650, you wouldnât know whether the teacher would award you the last few marks.â
He said it so plainly, it was as if he had experienced it himself. But the fact was that he was in Liang Bowenâs shoes the day before, thinking that Qiao Nian had not done well.
He wouldnât have thought that Qiao Nian could score full marks!
Liang Bowen was stunned initially, then a little confused. Then, he stared at Qiao Nian in a daze and took a long while to find his voice. Even when he spoke, his voice was hoarse, and he struggled to vocalize his thoughts. âSister Nian, you scored 650?â
Sister Nian hadnât scored 150 or 350 marks as they had guessed, but 650 marks?!
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