I Become A Burdensome Child After Transmigrating

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However, after a week, there was still no feedback.

Song Wanqiu could only bring Rong Si to the admissions office again and found the staff member, "Hello, we filled out the review application form last week. Did you get the score?"

The staff member looked at her beautiful face, coughed lightly and said, "I found it..."

Song Wanqiu stared at him, and immediately asked, "How is it? My son did not get that score, right?"

The staff curled his eyebrows, "What do you think? Your son, right? The score is still the same, there is no error. Now basically it is computer scoring, and the error rate is very low, so low that it can hardly be wrong. If people come to review the papers, the possibility of mistakes will be great."

"..." Song Wanqiu was confused again.

How can it be, how can it be true!

Could it be that A Si really only took that score?

Did he lose?

However, since childhood, he has never failed in performance. For three years in high school, he kept taking low scores. He told her that it was the principal who told him not to be too public and to control his scores, so he deliberately got such low scores.

But every day when he comes back from school, he will study earnestly, and he will do a set of test papers entirely for the top student in the college entrance examination. No matter how hard he tried, he would lose, and she wouldn't believe it if he killed her.

Rong Si didn't speak, his black eyes fixedly looked at the staff member, his fingers tightly held on his side.

The staff was a little hairy when he saw him, and he was a little bit weak at first, and he was even more frustrated at the moment.

He doesn't know what's going on, the child's eyes are cold, as if there is no emotion.

Being watched by him made him feel like he had been thrown into the ice cellar, surrounded by chill. In addition to being cold, his eyes were so deep, as if he could perceive everything.

It made him feel uncomfortable.

The staff can only issue an order to evict customers, "Okay, okay, the result is out, you should accept the reality, go back, don't worry about it. Either go back and choose a better second book, or repeat the exam. Anyway, your son is still just that old. He is young, he haven’t reached the age of 18. It’s okay to study for another year.

"It's okay?! Why are you saying it's okay? Is this your final decision?!" Song Wanqiu's emotions suddenly became agitated, her eyes flushed with extreme anger.

He said that he would repeat a year so lightly. He never thought about what a year means to a person. Life is so short. How many years can be wasted?

Also, can he understand how hard the repeater is and how stressful it is?

"How is my son's grades and how he studies, I know best. Even if you say that the score is okay, I still don't believe it, unless I see the test paper with my own eyes!"

"Also, it is best for you to tell the truth. If you let me know that you are making a ghost, even if I try my best, I won't let it go!"

Song Wanqiu made a loud noise, and her thin and slender figure seemed so powerful at this moment.

The staff did not expect that she would go crazy, her eyes were so firm that he was shocked, as if she would really fight him hard, and quickly said: "What is it that I'm doing a ghost? That's illegal. Won't it land me to jail? Will I do such a stupid thing?"

"Also, your son got that kind of score on the test. Yet you don't believe it. There are many people who have failed in the college entrance examination. Everyone thinks how good he is. In fact, that's the way. So don't overestimate yourself."