Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

Li Changfeng's hands trembled as he gripped the cold microphone, as if he were holding the epitaph of his military career.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and roared with all his might, "Reporting, sir! I'm guilty! I failed to teach him properly!"

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the microphone.

The old general's voice rang out, steady and powerful, devoid of any emotion: "You saw that result?"

"I saw it, 422 points, just three points short... Due to my poor supervision, I have failed the organization's trust..." Li Changfeng's voice was already choked with sobs as he prepared to recite his three-thousand-word self-criticism draft.

"That result is fake," the old general interrupted him.

Li Changfeng's sob caught in his throat, and he froze.

fake?

A hundred thoughts exploded in my mind in an instant: Could it be that Su Ming found the retake exam troublesome and hacked the Ministry of Education's server in a fit of anger?

He's absolutely capable of doing that!

"Sir, do you mean that Su Ming actually passed the exam? He's pretending to be weak while actually being strong?" Li Changfeng suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

It's fine as long as you pass! Once you pass, everything will be fine!

"No," the old general's voice betrayed a hint of weariness, "he actually scored 318 points."

"..."

Li Changfeng's vision went black, and he felt that all hope had been extinguished in an instant, leaving not even a spark.

318... This score is so low, even if all the multiple-choice options were changed to C, it shouldn't be this low, right?

"When the Ministry of Education staff checked the exam papers, they found that his essay used a lot of dialect words from the ancient Western Qiang tribe, and the grammatical structure was also highly similar to the telegraph code used in World War II."

Li Changfeng swallowed hard.

He remembered that Su Ming had indeed muttered something before the exam, saying that the pronunciation of a few words was confused with the pronunciation of a certain indigenous tribe's description of "poisonous mushrooms" in his memory.

So, during the exam, the multilingual translators in this kid's brain malfunctioned?

"The security department intervened urgently," the old general's voice turned serious. "At one point, they suspected that he was using the national examination system to transmit encrypted intelligence to unknown foreign forces."

Li Changfeng's legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand up.

"Then... what does this 422 points mean?"

"This is the result of our emergency public relations efforts!" The old general's voice suddenly rose, as if he were banging on the table. "A national treasure-level strategic talent scored just over 300 on the English CET-6. If this got out, it would be a major stain on the national talent cultivation system! We coordinated with the Ministry of Education and forcibly raised his score to 422! A score that seems regrettable, but actually saved the country and our Xishan's reputation!"

"Su Ming's actual score of 318 points, along with the records of our intervention, are now classified as 'Top Secret.' If you dare to tell anyone, you will be prosecuted for leaking state secrets!"

Li Changfeng felt cold sweat covering his forehead.

He did so badly on the exam that the government had to step in to clean up his mess and classify his report card as a state secret... This is the first time I've ever seen anything like this.

Su Ming, you are truly a man who creates miracles.

"Then... sir, what should we do next? Should we enroll him in another class?" Li Changfeng asked cautiously.

"What's the point of reporting anymore!" the old general roared. "If he keeps doing this, will he be drawing interstellar navigation diagrams on his answer sheet next time? Tell him there's a mandatory social practice activity at school. Location: Qinghai-Tibet Plateau."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone hangs up.

Li Changfeng stood there for a long time before slowly putting down the microphone. He walked to the window and looked at the students running on the playground below, feeling that the whole world was so unreal.

He straightened his security guard uniform, took a deep breath, and walked out of the duty room.

The third floor of the library.

Su Ming was holding a brand-new copy of "Detailed Explanation of CET-6 Past Exam Questions," his brow furrowed.

Li Changfeng walked up to him, his expression so sorrowful it was as if he were attending a funeral.

He reached out and patted Su Ming's shoulder heavily.

"Su, please accept my condolences." Li Changfeng's voice was hoarse and heavy.

Su Ming looked up at him, completely bewildered: "My CET-6 results are out?"

"They're out."

"How many?"

"422".

Su Ming gave an "Oh," his face expressionless, though a hint of expected disappointment flashed in his eyes. He closed his book and said calmly, "I understand, 3 points short. Try harder next time."

Looking at his nonchalant demeanor, Li Changfeng felt like a million alpacas were galloping through his mind.

Brother, you have no idea how close we came to death over that "3-point difference".