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... n, “I didn’t expect you to score so high on the monthly exam; we all thought you must have fallen asleep on the desk last year to have failed.”

Han Ting had the best scores among them, and he said that apart from English, the other subjects were not simple.

If one could score so high, the college entrance exam should be almost a sure bet.

“I don’t even know how I did on the exams before,” Li Qiao said with a silly smile, taking the notes from Du Xinxin and heading back to ...

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