Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Qian Wenrui walked up to Ma Mingquan to check the results of Class 21.
"In my opinion, there's no way a bad student like Fu Zhi would get a good result."
As she was talking, she lowered her head and started to look at the screen from top to bottom. Then, she froze.
The first thing she saw on the screen was not the result. Instead, on the first row was the provincial ranking shortlist notice.
Each province would only select three teams to proceed in the competition, and Ma Mingquan's class was the second team to be shortlisted!
'How is this even possible? How could they be so lucky? Just how many marks did Zhou Zihuai score to be able to even out the results of his teammates?'
Qian Wenrui felt as if someone was clawing at her heart. She hastily looked down, and her eyes shone when she saw Fu Zhi's name.
