"Sixty percent?"
"How is it only sixty percent?"
"What's the highest resonance rate you've had here? Seventy percent? Eighty? Don't tell me it's a hundred! My circle was that perfectly round, how can it only be sixty percent? Is there something wrong with your test?"
Zheng Qing followed behind the Dark-Skinned Wizard, muttering under his breath and questioning in a low voice all the way.
Whether he wanted to take this test was one thing.
Whether he got a high score was another.
The former was just an attitude problem; the latter rose to the level of capability—you can say I have a bad attitude, but you absolutely cannot say I'm not competent!
Especially for Zheng Qing, who hadn't gotten this kind of "borderline score" once since entering university, and happened to be close to graduation, so an inexplicable, indescribable unease welled up in his heart.
So when Alex took out a stack of forms for him to sign, his expression was resistant and his movements sluggish.
