Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

The lobby of the Wen family villa was noisy.

"You are so lucky. Wen Li is so smart and beautiful. She looks just like you. Look at our school..."

Lin Yun was extremely annoyed, but he had to put on a smile, maintain his dignified demeanor, and remain polite.

These people mistakenly thought she was Wen Li's mother and praised Wen Li to her, but she didn't know that she was rolling her eyes at him. If Wen Baixiang hadn't been there, she would have just cut off all ties and walked away.

At this moment, someone shouted, "Someone from Beijing University is coming."

Everyone looked over and couldn't help but be surprised: "Isn't this Professor Song Baiyan? He actually came in person."

"Jingda actually sent Professor Song. This shows that Wen Li is more important than I expected. It seems that they are determined to win."

"Do we still have a chance?"

Everyone suddenly felt the pressure doubled, and the tension between them grew stronger. Several schools that reacted quickly seized the opportunity to raise Wen Baixiang's scholarship without saying a word. While Peking University hadn't made any move yet, they raced against time and used all their tricks to lobby.

Wen Baixiang pushed them aside and walked towards Song Baiyan who came in, greeting him with a smile: "Mr. Song, you are here too."

Song Baiyan laughed and said, "I have to come. Since classmate Wen got such good grades, I have to come. Where is classmate Wen?"

After checking the scores, Song Baiyan cunningly contacted Wen Li's grandmother first. He had originally planned to go to Mingcheng, but unexpectedly, the person was not in Mingcheng and could not be contacted, so he turned around and came to Wen's house.

Wen Baixiang responded, "Xiao Li should have gone back to her grandmother's house. Xinxin, go get your Grandpa Song a glass of water."

"Oh..." Song Baiyan nodded and said, "Then do you know which university and major Student Wen is planning to apply for?"

"Xiao Li didn't tell me. It's up to her. She can go to any school and choose any major she wants," said Wen Baixiang.

He doesn't even know whether his daughter has returned to her grandmother's house, nor does he know which university she wants to go to or what major she wants to study. What a poor father he is, Song Baiyan even shook his head secretly.

If you pay more attention, even the most tense relationship between father and daughter can be eased. But it seems that you are not paying attention at all.

Seeing that Song Baiyan had nothing to say, Wen Baixiang also felt that he was not doing his job as a father.

So I asked, "Could you tell me what Xiao Li's test score was? Several other schools said she was in the top 50 in the province, but the results won't be available for a few days."

Song Baiyan thought for a moment, then leaned over and said, "It's okay to tell your parents. 690 points, 39th in the province in science."

Song Baiyan's cover-up action was completely unnecessary, he was just pretending, and everyone heard it clearly.

Wen Xin came over with some water and almost sneered when she heard this.

"Only 690?" She glanced at the admissions office where people were arguing fiercely, and the depression in her heart disappeared in an instant.

"With all the fanfare, I thought I got a perfect score of 750. Have the enrollment rates at prestigious universities been so sluggish in recent years?"

Wen Xin always spoke without thinking, but when she realized she was being sarcastic, she restrained herself and restored her good girl image in front of Song Baiyan: "Grandpa Song, have some water."

Wen Ming, who was outside the crowd, said, "690 points, that's a pretty good score. Everyone said the test paper was difficult this year."

"That's right, Xinxin, don't say that. This result is already very good." Lin Yun continued, actually smiling in his heart.

I thought to myself that these admissions offices are really hungry. This result is worth their competition. Is this what the top 50 key universities in the country are like?

Lin Yun then changed the subject and said, "But this result is indeed not enough to warrant such an effort from everyone. Even if it's not a perfect score, it must at least be the provincial champion to justify all your earnest advice."

As she spoke, she pulled Wen Xin's arm and said, "Our Xinxin usually scores over 700 points in any test. This is because Chinese and biology are holding her back. She always gets full marks in math, but our Xinxin has been recommended to Beijing University and didn't take the college entrance examination."

The hidden meaning is that if Wen Xin had taken the college entrance examination, her score would definitely have been more than 690, so it would be Wen Xin that these people were fighting for today.

Looking at Lin Yun, who was showing off his so-called Xinxin openly and secretly, and Wen Xin, who looked superior, the admissions offices of the major Yin-Yang schools, which had sluggish enrollment rates, were inexplicably hesitant to speak.

I couldn't help but wonder if they recognized the wrong mother for Wen Li.

They were not in a position to say it, but Song Baiyan was quite bold in saying, "Wen Li is indeed inferior to Wen Xin in this respect."

Lin Yun immediately said modestly: "No, Xiao Li is also very good."

Wen Xin couldn't hide the joy on her face.

The result was not happy for two seconds.

Then Song Baiyan shook his head and criticized: "Student Wen Li is too lazy. If she had been more diligent in writing this Chinese composition, it would have been more than 690."

The smiles on Lin Yun and her daughter's faces froze.

Wen Baixiang almost thought he had misheard: "Wen Li didn't write the Chinese composition?"

Song Baiyan: "How else could you only get 690?"

When the other admissions officers saw what Song Baiyan had said, they didn't hold back and echoed him, "That's right, Wen Li's attitude towards studying is a bit negative." They were heartbroken, "A full 60 points, and they just rejected her."

"Maybe he doesn't want to be too high-profile and wants to hide his incompetence."

Obviously, he couldn't stand the expressions of Lin Yun and her daughter.

Song Baiyan looked at Lin Yun and her daughter, whose faces were turning red and white, and said loudly: "Although Wen Li is not the provincial champion, her grades are much better than the provincial champion."

Wen Ming raised his eyebrows, a smile spreading across his handsome face: "Then this is no different from a perfect score, so amazing~"

Song Baiyan said proudly, "That's right."

Wen Baixiang only knew that Wen Li was good at math, but he didn't expect him to be so good at other subjects. Out of a full score of 750, he only gave up 60 points for the Chinese composition, making a total of 690. In other words, except for the Chinese composition, he got all the other questions right.

Wen Xin couldn't smile anymore, and tried to save face by saying, "I don't think she's lazy, she just can't write an essay."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face the next second.

Then an elegant old man rushed in with a lot of emotions: "Is this the Wen Li family?"

"Who are you?" Wen Baixiang looked at him.

The elegant old man said, "I'm Wen Li's Chinese teacher from No. 60 Middle School. I have to ask her today, is she dissatisfied with me or with Chinese? Not only is she lazy about not writing her Chinese composition, but she was really lazy in the college entrance examination. With her ability, she could easily get full marks in Chinese. Full marks, neat and tidy, would look so beautiful. But she just disdains those points?"

Everyone stared quietly at the unhappy old man.

After a while,

They all rushed towards Wen Baixiang, vying to say, "Let Wen Li come to our school..."

After being slapped hard in public again, Wen Xin was so angry that she almost threw the water cup on the ground.