The Max Level Boss is Too Cruel

Chapter 87 The birth of a tragedy is enough

Xia Nian was in high spirits during this class. This time, Class 9’s scores were exceptionally good!

 The average score of the entire class in Chinese alone is 85.

Although it has not reached the passing mark, what you need to know is that the average Chinese language score of Class 9 is even more difficult to reach 80!

Xia Nian subconsciously glanced at the girl in the corner. She was still like that, wearing headphones and playing with her phone with her head down. She didn't look like a good student at all.

Xia Nian couldn’t figure it out from beginning to end that such a student could actually take the first place in the school in Chinese.

She thought that when the results came out, Feng Ling would understand the cruelty of reality, but now it seems that she is the one who has been slapped in the face.

Xia Nian’s next class was mathematics, and right after class, Ye Qinghan showed up uninvited with papers in hand.

　　It’s not that I’m very dedicated, it’s because it seems that I haven’t seen the little girl for a while.

Luo City has been uneasy recently, and he has to keep an eye on his children at all times to prevent them from being abducted.

 “Teacher Ye.”

"Um."

"Teacher Ye, how was their math test? They weren't holding back, were they?" Xia Nian was a little nervous. If she only passed the Chinese test, it would be useless no matter how much she did. She still couldn't get rid of the title of head teacher of the last class.

Ye Qinghan looked cold and asked, "What do you think?"

"I..." Xia Nian was speechless for a moment and opened his mouth. He wanted to say that they should have done well in the test this time, but when he thought about their previous scores, maybe this time's Chinese score was just an accident?

She didn't need to be slapped in the face in front of so many people. "It doesn't matter. My average score in Chinese is pretty good. I should be able to pull it back a little."

After finishing speaking, the man in front of her passed by, and Xia Nian felt dozens of eyes behind her focused on her, a feeling of sadness that turned from expectation to loss.

Xia Nian tightened his grip and resisted the urge to look back. They should recognize the reality. They were poor students. How could they compare with that soaring phoenix?

 In reality, an ugly duckling will always remain an ugly duckling and cannot become a white swan.

Xia Nian seemed to have thought of something, gritted his teeth and took steps.

Behind her, Ye Qinghan's mechanical and emotionless voice read the score, "Feng Ling, 150."

What? !

Xia Nian froze when he saw the girl in the corner taking off her earphones and waving her hand, "I know, you don't need to give me the paper."

 The question "one plus one equals two" is not interesting for her.

Ye Qinghan raised his eyebrows, folded Feng Ling's test paper and put it in his pocket, and continued to read the name, "Shi Xin, 96."

 “Fuck! Labor and management have passed the test again!”

As soon as Shi Xin jumped up, he heard Ye Qinghan follow, "Fu Xu 148.

 Ye Li Mo 126. "

Shi Xin: “…” Can’t these people just be human beings? ? ?

Xia Nian was almost petrified listening to one name after another.

 So, the lowest score this time is not in their class?

So, maybe their class average score this time can really break the title of the last class?

Beside the bed, the girl seemed to be tired from playing games, and she lay quietly on the table. When she closed her eyes, she was very peaceful, like an elf falling into the mortal world, so exquisite that no one wanted to destroy her beauty.

"I'm sorry..." Xia Nian walked to her side and murmured softly.

 The girl fluttered her eyelashes and suddenly opened her eyes, "Apologise to them, I don't need it."

 She is an alien from this school, just a passerby.

 She is willing to help people in this class, not because of a holy mother's heart, but because there is no need for the world to have another tragedy like hers.

 The birth of a tragedy is enough.

 (End of this chapter)