A Pretty Girl Like Her

"290 points? Hahaha, hahahahaha —"

Mu Yaoyao laughed until her belly ached. She leaned back in her chair, guffawed, and almost gave herself the cramps.

So did the rest of the candidates.

"290? Hahahaha — Duan Chaoge, are you an idiot or are you an idiot?"

Duan Chaoyin also leaned over her desk and her voice trembled with laughter. "290? Hahaha — do you have any idea how hard Imperial College's exam is? And do you even know what the questions are? 290? The top student only got 250 last year!"

"Hahaha —" Mu Yaoyao was still laughing so hard that she couldn't talk normally. She was only able to calm down after quite some time. "And you know what's really funny? Grand Secretary Fang… Hahahaha —