The Young Matriarch-Chapter 345 - : Go Ahead, Keep Blowing Your Own Horns

Chapter 345: Chapter 345: Go Ahead, Keep Blowing Your Own Horns

The reporter was utterly confused, “This examinee, what exactly do you mean? Do you think the college entrance examination this time was easy or difficult?”

Why did he feel like he couldn’t keep up with this top student’s logic anymore?

A hint of disdain flashed in the top student’s eyes—how could the reporter still not understand? How did they even get a press card to interview him?

“This year’s questions were not easy at all, a bit harder than last year’s. What I’m saying is, because the Immortal Teacher’s live broadcast of exam prep, there’s going to be a surge in high scorers this year! The number of people I’m competing with is going to increase, so I’m worried.”

Everyone gasped—could that be true?

[Yeah right, just keep boasting. I suspect it’s internet marketing.]

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[?? Who is the Immortal Teacher? I just finished my college entrance exam today, it’s been a year since I touched a smartphone and went online… am I out of date?]

[Even top students worry about more competition? Us underachievers never have that problem!]

[Sounds like an educational internet celebrity that’s been hyped up online.]

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After tackling this year’s college entrance exam papers, a well-known university teacher said that this year’s questions were indeed a tad more difficult than last year’s, and wished all candidates luck in gaining admission to their ideal universities.

Zhou Yong, his face tense, looked at his phone while calculating his score with a pen in hand.

“Right, this one’s correct too… Hehe… Haha…”

Zhou’s mother, listening to her son’s weird laughter from outside the door, was full of concern.

Ever since a month before the college entrance exam, her son had been emitting this strange laughter…

Zhou’s mother even wondered if her son was suffering from mental issues due to the pressure of the exams on top of his father’s passing.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou’s mother knocked and entered, asking with concern, “Ayong, how’s the score estimate? Don’t worry, no matter the score, Mom supports you.”

Zhou Yong’s eyes suddenly sparkled, his mouth bursting into laughter, and as he laughed, tears were about to flow, “Mom, my estimated score is around 660, I can get into a good university! I can get into a good university!!”

Zhou’s mother: “…??”

An estimated score of 660?

Far from being overjoyed, Zhou’s mother looked at Zhou Yong with even more anxiety in her eyes.

Zhou Yong, so excited he felt like dancing on the spot, asked, “Mom, aren’t you happy for me? I estimated 660!”

Zhou’s mother hesitated, then managed a smile and said, “Happy, happy.”

Zhou Yong slapped his forehead, quickly grabbed his phone, and launched the Xianyu Video app. In front of his mother, he sent a gift worth two thousand RMB to Immortal Teacher, which was soon drowned out by a tide of other gifts.

Cold sweat covered Zhou’s mother’s forehead.

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Two thousand…

A gift of two thousand RMB!

To think that this sum was Zhou Yong’s living expense for two months, and he had given it all to an internet broadcaster.

Zhou’s mother could no longer smile; she closed the door and walked out.

Zhou’s mother heard Zhou Yong making a call in his room, informing his teacher about his estimated score of roughly 660.

Zhou’s mother sighed deeply; didn’t she know her own son’s capabilities? Normally scoring around 470, how could he possibly score 660?

Even without much education, she knew you can’t possibly improve nearly two hundred points in a month.

Zhou’s mother made a phone call, her face showing her predicament, “Little brother, I need to borrow some money.”

Her brother scoffed on the other end, “Sis, after your husband died, you’ve hardly had any money. Can you even pay back what you borrow?”

As her brother was about to hang up, Zhou’s mother quickly said, “I think there’s something wrong with Ayong… something mental. I want to borrow some money to get him some help.”