Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 426 The Little Ancestor’s Buddha-type Face Slapping Form [-]
Xi Zuer's casual and lazy attitude, in the eyes of Gu Pingting's mother and daughter, is a complete scumbag who gives up on herself.

It seems that I was forced to reluctantly agree to check my grades.

It must be because they are afraid of finding out and losing face, right?
But they just wanted to see how embarrassing Xi Zuer was in front of everyone!

Who told the old man to deliberately arrange Xi Zuer at the most honorable head of the table, and secretly call so many big bosses to support Xi Zuer?
Don't think they don't know what Xi Zuer can do as a rural person. All of this must have been arranged by Mr. Gu to create a lively and prosperous illusion.

The purpose is to let Xi Zuer, a bastard with a foreign surname, gain a foothold in the Gu family!

Gu Pingting hurriedly said: "Since you want to check, tell me about your test number, and we will check for you."

Sun Jiao: "That's right, you rural people are not very good at using computers and applets, so you can't find out."

They were worried that Xi Zuer would check it out by herself, what if she cheated them with a screenshot of fake grades?
Xi Zuer rested her chin and thought for a while: "I don't remember."

The ancestor's spiritual sense didn't even bother to pay attention to such a trivial matter.

Sun Jiao muttered bitterly: "Yo, I don't remember or I don't dare... Squeak!"

Bao Gucheng glanced at the mother and daughter coolly: "I'll check."

Sun Jiao was startled by Bao Gucheng's terrifying eyes that could tear people apart: "But..."

Bao Gucheng: "This kind of trivial matter, I can just remember it for her."

With his slender and rough fingertips, he directly pressed a string of numbers at the entrance of the result inquiry.

The distinguished guests around sighed: "Master Bo's memory..."

The only admission ticket number for imperial college entrance examination candidates is fourteen Arabic numerals. It is a boring number that is only used once and becomes invalid. Most people really can't remember it.

Old man Gu smiled with a bearded beard: "Gucheng is indeed a competent tutor."

Sun Jiao was a little suffocated: "..."

Could the counselor be too lenient?
Why don't you care about the students eating, drinking and sleeping.

She stared closely at the operation of Bao Gucheng's fingers, for fear of missing the wonderful scene of Xi Zuer making a fool of herself.

"Wait," Xi Zuer's red lips hooked slightly, interrupting everyone's attention, "Xiaobei, is your heart not feeling well?"

Mr. Gu realized that he was calling him, and replied in a daze, "Yes."

He has reached this age, his health is deteriorating, and he always feels that time is running out. Recently, his insomnia has become serious, and he can't sleep all night. Passed away.

Xi Zuer nodded slightly: "Xiaobei, have you brought your medicine?"

"Ah? I brought it. I always take Suxiao Jiuxin Pill with me when I'm old."

"That's good."

Xi Zuer asked this nonsensical question.

Everyone didn't think much about it.

On the contrary, Gu Pingting, who was staring at her closely, sneered: "Xi Zuer, you are afraid that the score you find out will cause grandpa to have a heart attack and kill grandpa, right?"

It was only then that everyone suddenly realized, and said in all seriousness:
"Miss Xi, the college entrance examination scores really don't matter."

"That's right, we don't care about scores."

"Talent is not determined by scores, we all understand."

Gu Pingting was about to explode with anger: "..." Are these people crazy fans? A group of academic bigwigs say that the college entrance examination is not important?Scores don't matter?

Let you try to find a general-education zero egg when recruiting students?

Not to mention zero grades in general subjects, she is the kind who scored 700 points in the exam, and she can't get under the door of any big boss here, so she can barely get in the tail of the imperial university medical school.

So angry!

Xi Zuer's poor grades must be exhibited in public in order to relieve the hatred in my heart!

"Come out, come out!"

Sun Jiao stared at Bogucheng's phone screen, the small icon that was spinning and loading finally stopped, and a dialog box to record the candidates' grades popped up——

(End of this chapter)