You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Jiang Che put down his phone and reached out to pull her back.

Su Qinghe was caught off guard and was pulled, letting out a soft "Ah!" before falling down next to him.

Jiang Che took her hand and jokingly comforted her, "Alright, stop spinning. If you keep spinning, I'm afraid the downstairs neighbors will think we're performing a ritual."

Su Qinghe felt like laughing at what he said, but she couldn't quite manage a laugh.

She lowered her eyes and whispered, "But I'm so nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about?"

"I'm worried about your score."

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. "You don't trust me that much?"

"It's not that I don't trust you." Su Qinghe immediately shook her head, gently biting her lip. "I just... I just want to be with you so much."

Hearing this, Jiang Che reached out and ruffled her hair, deliberately speaking in a relaxed tone: "Don't worry, Su. If they find out later that my score isn't high enough for Peking University, I'll call the admissions office right here and cry."

Su Qinghe was taken aback. "Huh?"

"I told them that my girlfriend is at Peking University, and if you don't admit me, you're ruining someone else's relationship."

Su Qinghe: "..."

She was so nervous she could hardly breathe, but when she heard this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"How could you do this?"

"What should we do then? We can't really break up with you."

Jiang Che shrugged. "So don't rush. When the scores come out, go to Peking University if you're eligible, and make the admissions office make way for love if you're not."

"Ah Che!" Su Qinghe was completely amused by him and gently patted him. "Don't keep talking nonsense."

Jiang Che smiled and picked up his phone to check the time.

It was exactly nine o'clock.

At the same time, the provincial education examination authority opened its results inquiry channel on time.

Su Qinghe leaned closer, asking, "Can we investigate now? Can we?"

"That's fine."

Jiang Che opened the query page, entered his admission ticket number, the last few digits of his ID card, and the verification code.

Su Qinghe watched his fingers tapping across the screen, her breathing becoming much lighter due to nervousness.

She didn't even dare to blink, afraid that if she blinked, the door of fate would secretly close before her eyes.

Jiang Che successfully entered all the information, but before clicking submit, he paused for a second and took a deep breath.

At this crucial juncture, it would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous.

After all, this score is not just a number; it also determines whether he and Su Qinghe can hang out on the same campus for the next four years.

Jiang Che used to think that the college entrance examination was nothing special, but now, staring at the screen, he couldn't help but think: Dude, please don't mess this up.

After mentally preparing himself, he clicked submit.

After the page loaded for a moment, the report card popped up brightly.

Chinese Language 129.

Mathematics 140.

English 146.

Science score: 279.

Total score: 694.

Su Qinghe's eyes darted anxiously down the list, finally landing on the total score, where she stared blankly for several seconds.

Then, fearing he might have misread the numbers, he stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one.

It is indeed 694 points, no mistake...

Su Qinghe's expression changed from blank to overjoyed. "Ache! 694!"

Jiang Che breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the score.

To say I wasn't excited at all would be a complete lie.

After all, he used to be a student who couldn't even get into a top-tier university. Who would have thought he could score 694 points on the college entrance exam?

It's like a script for an overpowered male protagonist that you only see in novels.

Although Jiang Che was very excited, he knew that a man, especially in front of his girlfriend, had to maintain a certain level of composure.

So Jiang Che put his phone on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, and started to act cool.

"This score is alright, it's about what I expected."

Su Qinghe was taken aback for a moment. "Not bad?"

"Ah Che, this is 694, not 69.4."

Jiang Che nodded seriously, "Yes, I know it's 694."

"Then why are you so calm?"

After asking the question, Su Qinghe belatedly realized that Jiang Che was probably just pretending.

She was so nervous just now that she almost drove around the coffee table like a highway, but Jiang Che got such a high score and still acted like it was nothing.

unacceptable.

He tricked me.

Jiang Che glanced at her. "Mainly, I expected this."

Su Qinghe: "..."

She narrowed her eyes and stared intently at Jiang Che.

"Jiang Che, do you know that if you overdo it, you'll get beaten up? Huh?"

"Who hit me?" Jiang Che turned his head innocently to look at her. "You?"

Su Qinghe blinked, thought for half a second, and then nodded seriously: "If you're too annoying, I can give you a light tap."

Jiang Che looked at her serious little face with some surprise. "Wow, Su, you've gotten bolder now, daring to threaten me?"

"It's not a threat."

Su Qinghe hugged her pillow and earnestly corrected him, her tone soft yet deliberately forceful, "As your future wife, I'm hitting you because I love you, you know?"

"I'll only hit you lightly, but if you get beaten up by bad guys outside, they won't hold back."

"So I'm helping you," Su Qinghe said confidently.

"Should I thank you?"

"Hmm...it's not impossible."

After they finished speaking, the two looked at each other simultaneously and then burst into laughter.

Jiang Che felt that Su Qinghe's current changes were truly remarkable.

He remembered when he first took her in, she had to be very careful with her words, afraid of causing trouble for herself.

Now it's great, I dare to hit him, I dare to glare at him, and I dare to throw a tantrum in front of him with a clear conscience.

Jiang Che liked her lively and vibrant personality, instead of the pitiful girl who used to swallow all her grievances.

After laughing for a while, Su Qinghe broke free from Jiang Che's embrace and patted his shoulder: "Hey, stop laughing now, it's time to check my grades."

"Oh right, I almost forgot about the important matter."

Jiang Che picked up his phone and opened the search page: "Exam Admission Ticket Number?"

Su Qinghe leaned closer to him and recited a string of numbers.

Jiang Che entered his admission ticket number and the last few digits of his ID card, and then filled in the verification code.

Su Qinghe was even more nervous than when she checked Jiang Che's grades earlier. Her fingers gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, and her eyes were glued to the screen.

"Why are you nervous? You usually score over 700 points. As long as you don't scribble on the answer sheet, you can get into Peking University with your eyes closed."

"That's different," Su Qinghe said softly. "I always feel uneasy until I see the score."

Jiang Che had just experienced this kind of emotion, so he could understand Su Qinghe's feelings at this moment. He nodded and then pressed the query button.

The results quickly came out.

Candidate's name: Su Qinghe.

Chinese: 0.

Mathematics: 0.

English: 0.

Science score: 0.

Total score: 0.