Zhu Siliang frowned. He didn't want to offend the wealthy and powerful Ling family, nor did he want to drag down the school's college entrance examination pass rate because of Ling Mo. After thinking for a while, he slowly spoke:

“If Ling could score 30 or 40 points, that would be fine. The problem is, she didn’t answer a single question correctly. Why don’t you let Ling try vocational high school? Since she doesn’t have a talent for studying, learning a skill is better than getting zero in all subjects.”

Hearing this, Su Yu felt even more pleased.

She had said it before: Ling Mo was a hopeless case, destined for failure.

If Ling Yunlong were to learn that the principal of No. 1 Middle School was absolutely unwilling to accept Ling Mo, he would definitely feel utterly humiliated, and might even become furious, blaming everything on Ling Mo.

Once Shijian Group has resolved its reputation crisis, Ling Yunlong will undoubtedly kick Ling Mo, this useless burden, out the door...

With this thought, the gloom on Su Yu's face dissipated, and her joy was hard to hide.

Ling Mo, who was dozing off on the sofa, had already figured out Su Yu's little thoughts. After yawning lazily, he finally stood up and walked to the principal's desk.

Snap—

A crisp sound of slamming the table suddenly rang out. Zhu Siliang and Su Yu looked at each other, puzzled.

She braced herself on the table with both hands, as if it took a great deal of effort, before patiently asking in a low voice, "Principal, do you mean that if I can get 40 points, I'll pass?"

"That's one way to put it."

Zhu Siliang pushed up his glasses, thinking that Ling Mo probably wanted to try her luck and take the exam again. Without saying much, he handed her the stack of mock exam papers for the senior year of high school piled up on the table.