Six fifty, brother, you're not just driving a Land Rover anymore.
It's a Rolls-Royce now.
Jiang Nian at six hundred and ten, Li Hua confidently suppressed him. Jiang Nian at six hundred and thirty, Li Hua still felt he could fight.
Six fifty, no way.
Can't catch a breath anymore.
"You're a real bastard, damn it!" Li Hua's legs almost gave out as he nearly kneeled in despair, "How... is it six fifty?"
"The wound of betrayal can't heal! This isn't even a wound, it's an amputation."
The fact is.
Even if Li Hua scored 80 in English and 120 in Chinese, he would lose a hundred points, making 650 the best possible start.
Any score over 650 is beyond his reach.
Zhang Ningzhi, although she knew long ago, still couldn't help but gasp in shock when she saw the actual results.
It's about the ranking.
Jiang Nian's ranking jumped from a poor eighth place to the top five, smoothly surpassing her.
Thick barriers, she'll have to call him "sir" in the future.
