While the group angrily accused the false news of spreading wildly, the office of grade one middle school had been bombed.

Xu Jing: "who recorded Mingda? Say it again?!"

As soon as Zhao Tiejun's neck shrinks, the momentum of the grade director is suddenly pressed, and his speech is not so smooth: "Jiang, Jiang Fuyue..."

"Fart! She's 750! 750! Do you know what this concept is? Pick any major in Colleges and universities all over the country!"

"So she chose Mingda..." in a weak voice.

Xu Jing suddenly laughed, "Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao, why are you bad at learning? You want to deceive me? That can't! Do you believe it or not!"

Then he unscrewed the teacup, cocked up jiojio, shook it leisurely twice, lowered his head and took a sip.

Zhao Tiejun was in a complicated mood, and his eyes unconsciously caught sympathy.

Just then Meng Zhijian came in from the outside and said, "what's the matter? The atmosphere is very tense..."

Zhao Tiejun walked up to him and said sadly, "Jiang Fuyue was recorded by the Ming Dynasty."

"There's a new story on the Internet? What's the problem this time?"

Zhao Tiejun: "

Meng Zhijian: "why do you think of me like that? It won't be the soft Guang of Ming Dynasty. Is it hot to rub the river and the moon?"

“……”

"Absolutely not! Jiang Fuyue is now the living sign of our No. 1 middle school. You can't touch pheasant colleges like Mingda."

“……”

"Lao Zhao?" Meng Zhijian smiled. "You're almost OK. You should have a degree to joke. Besides, this stem is not funny at all. Now netizens are very boring!"

“……”

Meng Zhijian swallowed his saliva: "you... Can't be serious?"

Zhao Tiejun: "do I seem to be joking? You and Xu don't believe anything."

"Jiang Fuyue recorded Mingda?!" Meng Zhijian's pupil shook and his tone rose abruptly. "Qiming University, imperial capital

"Yes."

"No, impossible..." Meng Zhijian shook his head and took two steps back, almost unable to stand.

His verification eyes subconsciously turned to Xu Jing, but he saw that Lao Xu, who was still smiling and relaxed, trembled all over at the moment, and his face was so black that ink could drop out.

"Is it really Mingda?" the voice had the smell of mountain rain and wind all over the building.

Zhao Tiejun nodded: "in fact, I don't understand why I fell to Mingda..."

There are so many universities in China that Jiang Fuyue chooses with her eyes closed. It's not Mingda!

As soon as Yu Wenzhou stepped into the office, he heard the word "Mingda". He couldn't help but wonder: "what's the matter with Mingda? Won't any students in our school fill it out?"

"..." no one spoke.

Yu Wenzhou blinked: "are there really students filling in?"

"...." is still silent, but it is default in another sense.

"Who filled in Mingda?"

Zhao Tiejun: "... Jiang Fuyue."

"Poof -" Yu Wenzhou spits out a mouthful of tea, "who

"Jiang Fuyue!"

"No... you're funny here? She has a full score of 750 and puts big B and big Q. don't go to fill in Mingda?!"

Zhao Tiejun: "this is the case."

"It's impossible! There must be a mistake!" Yu Wenzhou immediately denied. "Will someone quietly change her? It hasn't happened before."

Xu Jing and Meng Zhijian couldn't help brightening their eyes with this speculation——

"Yes, it's impossible to report to Mingda with her score unless someone makes trouble!"

"And the possibility of an acquaintance committing a crime is very high! Quickly, now call Jiang Fuyue to ask about the specific situation and see if she has a suspect. If necessary, she can only call the police! In short, try every means to correct this mistake, otherwise..."

Jiang Fuyue's full score in the college entrance examination is completely destroyed!

……

When Jiang Fuyue received the call, she had logged in to the website to view the admission results.

Qiming University, which she once founded, should have a bright future, but she lost her due honor because of her departure.