Chapter 311

Wen Huihui was so happy to jump when she got to know the admission mark of Haixi opera.

She got what she wanted. She finally got what she wanted!

She was admitted to Haicheng drama academy as she wished, but song ran was very proud in the first 18 years of her life. From now on, Wen Huihui will slowly press her under her feet, so that she will never be able to turn over.

Song Ran's score, if she wants to answer the exam, must be a failure. She doesn't even bother to inquire.

Now, at last, she can be exalted. How about being criticized? They were meant to be mean to flatter song ran, so she didn't care what those unimportant people said.

From now on, she will be a student of Haicheng drama academy, and song ran? It's just a loser!

She wants to start all over again. Maybe after a year, she will be popular.

With this in mind, Wen Huihui was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth.

Happy! That's great!

The humiliation he suffered in the past six months was all returned to song ran, who was unable to command others.

She will tell Gu Jingxing that he has chosen the wrong person. Song Ran is Miss Jiao. She may not be able to recover from this situation and will never think of making progress. In that way, their distance will be more and more wide.

Perhaps, at that time, Gu Jingxing will regret his original choice.

Yes! She must make herself become more and more excellent. She must be good at taking advantage of all kinds of opportunities to make a start.

Although her father treats her generally, she is at least a ballroom host. She knows a lot of people who are developing in the performing arts circle. When the time comes to introduce her, and she thinks that she has a good talent, then she will not worry about becoming a big star.

That night, her home phone rang, the nanny answered the phone and called her gently: "wenhuihui, you call."

Wen Huihui glanced at the nanny. Today, you look down on others. I don't see you in the same way. Tomorrow, you kneel down in front of me and watch me take care of them.

Pick up the phone, the other side claimed to be the city's Education Bureau, Wen Huihui does not care: "what's the matter?"

Is it still a big demerit? The school is endless. Just remember it. What's wrong with it? She doesn't care at all, OK?

There is a deep baritone, word by word to verify her identity with her: "is it wenhuihui who is No. 12 in class one of senior high school and whose admission permit number is 3119874012?"

Referring to the admission permit number, Wen Huihui's face was on guard, and her voice became cautious: "yes, I'm Wen Huihui. What can I do for you?"

"Well, at the request of the school, your test paper has been re graded. You should deduct two points from your math score and one point from your Chinese score. If you have any doubt, you can come to the Municipal Education Bureau to mark it for you."

Wen Huihui didn't sit down. She collapsed on the chair beside her. Her face turned pale and her voice began to shake: "you I beg your pardon? Well, why do I have to re grade my paper? Who allowed you to reread my papers? "

The baritone was quiet. Obviously, he was used to seeing it. The students who were informed usually responded to the collapse of the day. His voice was perfunctory: "if you have any doubts, you can come to the Municipal Education Bureau tomorrow."

Wen Huihui was so flustered that she was almost shaken into a sieve and put down the receiver.