Goal?
The empty living room.
Li Qingrong leaned on the sofa alone, with the French windows on the balcony wide open. The cold wind gusted in, making it feel desolate and chilly.
Li Lanying left, leaving her alone again in the huge house.
But she didn't mind. She just looked up at the ceiling.
Thinking about Jiang Nian's scores in three exams, she couldn't help but fall into contemplation.
"Set too high, can't achieve."
"But if set too low, the effect is very limited."
She silently calculated various scores, referenced the progress of friends in the experimental class, and mentally worked out a number.
Buzz.
On the other side, Jiang Nian's phone vibrated, receiving a message.
"650?"
Seeing this, Jiang Nian instantly sat up straight.
What?
You think I'm a super genius?
The 616 points in my arms haven't even warmed up yet, and there's a bit of luck involved. After all, it was the last moment, using [validation] as a trick.
