"702, 702, that's even higher than your third mock exam score!" Mi Liang excitedly called and slapped his thigh at the same time. Even through the phone, Zhenzhen could hear the noise. Clearly, he was slapping pretty hard—yeah, he was really hyped.
But sadly, even with such a good score, she still wasn't the top scorer in the city. The top gaokao scorer was from another top high school. This year, they got 715, just barely edging out Mei Mengzhen. Mi Liang was all kinds of regretful for her, "Just missed it by a little bit."
"It's fine, this is already amazing. Teacher, you can't set your expectations too high—you can let the 'top scorer homeroom teacher' title go to your next class. Let them take over this responsibility and keep working hard."
Mi Liang choked a little. Actually, it wasn't that he didn't have confidence—at their school, even after a bunch more classes, it'd be tough to find another student who could top Mei Mengzhen.
