Chapter 39 (2/2)

”Well, the score in the seventh place has not increased.”

”It should be the end of the exam, 526 points, is a very high score.”

”The first Chiang Lo Lo score has stopped rising.”

”566, which is 20 points higher than the second place. The second place has been stopped for a long time and has not been overtaken by the people behind. This jiangluoluo should be the first one

”Last year's first place was 558 points, so this year is nearly 10 points higher than last year.”

”So we are not very bad this time.”

”Of course not. The last one, Xi zhaoyue, has also broken through 200 and is still growing fast. ”

”Why don't you just pick and choose in front of her so that she can get a good score.”

”Who says it's not...”

Si Mo did not leave after leaving the examination room. When he saw Jiang Luoluo also came out, he rushed to meet him, ”are you ok?”

Jiang Luoluo raised his eyes to see him, waved his hand, pale smile, ”OK.”

”Get to one side and sit down.” Si Mo helped the man to the stone bench not far away, and his good-looking eyebrows worried. ”You sit still. I'll buy you something to supplement your physical strength.”Then he ran away.

Jiang Luoluo looked at his far away back and chuckled.

When he came back, he held a lot of things in his arms, all of which were high calorie and high energy food.

”I don't know what you like to eat, so I took more.” Si Mo's face was reddish. I didn't know whether he was tired or shy, or both.

”I don't choose. Thank you Jiang Luoluo picked it up at will, tore open the package and ate it.

Suddenly, I saw a pair of hot chocolate from the inside of his mouth

As soon as he ran far away, Jiang Luoluo burst into a laugh, his eyes bent like a crescent moon.

This time SMER went for a long time and came back 15 minutes later.

”I heard that there is a score ranking on the other side of the square. Shall we go and have a look?” Si Mo was guilty and did not dare to look into Jiang Luoluo's eyes.

”Good!” Jiang Luoluo, however, seemed to know nothing. He got up generously and walked towards the square with the remaining food.

Before they went in, they heard the cry from afar.

”My God, it's up again, it's up again.”

”It's still rising. It's 260.”

”This speed, this luck, God!”

“262！”

“263！”

“……”

The noise was like beating chicken blood. It was very excited.

Looking at each other's eyes, Rousseau and Jiang did not understand each other.

Is that number a fraction?

It's just more than 200 points. Is it worth their excitement?