"I won't mention it again."

A week later.

All students can check their scores and rankings on the school system.

An Xinghe was unsurprisingly ranked first in the grade again.

But the ranking of the first year of high school makes people inexplicably nervous.

Chu Xinrou was sitting in front of the computer, her hand holding the mouse trembling suddenly, and Wen Qing looked at her seriously with a warm face beside her.

"I've hired such a great teacher to give you one-on-one tutoring. Even if you can't surpass Mo Junyao, you must surpass Lan You. Only then can I relieve the frustration in my heart."

"Mom, I have confidence this time."

Chu Xinrou's tone was firm.

She clicked the mouse and the page jumped quickly. The first name was Lan You's. The smug look on her face suddenly sank.

And what about her?

Third place.

Third place again.

She angrily threw the mouse in her hand onto the table and threw the books on the table angrily, making crackling sounds.

Wen Qing realized that something was wrong, took a closer look, and there was a raging fire in her eyes.

A slap was thrown at Chu Xinrou, and she fell to the ground, covering her face with her hands. Her heart felt like it was being bitten by ants, and it was excruciatingly painful.

"You useless thing! The top teacher in the country gave you tutoring, and you're still like this? Lan You got first place in the exam, and what about you? You only got third place. You've brought shame to our Chu family."

Said tenderly and angrily.

Chu Xinrou lay on the ground, her face full of decadence, but her eyes could not hide the bone-gnawing hatred.

It’s all Lan You’s fault.

It’s all Lan You’s fault.