Song Shiye’s comnt initially drew a chorus of agreent from the clueless online trolls.
[With scores this low, how can she even dare to sell herself as an academic genius?]
[I knew it. Celebrities in the entertainnt industry pretending to be scholars always get exposed. Sang Ning should just focus on being a vase—at least her face is barely passable.]
Seeing the trolls’ comnts, Song Shiye abandoned all pretense, grabbed a keyboard, and started firing shots like crazy. He even snatched Sang Ning’s phone away.
Sang Ning stared at him, confused: "Why are you taking my phone?"
Song Shiye’s fingers furiously tapped away on the phone’s 26-key layout as he attacked, then he grinned maliciously at Sang Ning and said, "Sister Sangsang, the comnts section is filthy right now. Let clean up the battlefield first so it doesn’t dirty your eyes."
"Have you forgotten where I co from?" Sang Ning snatched the phone back from Song Shiye, seeing his bewildered expression, she added, "Sis used to be hated across the internet—this little stuff is nothing."
Lu Yujing held her mouth as she chuckled, "Exactly, this is nothing. If you’ve stepped into stardom, you have to be prepared to get roasted. Ningbao’s faced storms before—this is just minor drizzle. No big deal."
Sang Ning sharply shot her a cold, piercing glance, and Lu Yujing imdiately silenced herself, dropping the mocking tone from earlier. Her eyes even showed traces of sincerity as she shifted her words: "Ning... Ningbao, I ant to say don’t let these clowns’ words bother you."
Sang Ning’s expression returned to normal, though she understood inside that Lu Yujing was certainly up to sothing. Her attitude toward Sang Ning was always so inconsistent, it felt like an act.
Yes! An act! But why is she deliberately acting? If she doesn’t like , why not show it straight to my face?
Sang Ning couldn’t figure it out, nor did she care to understand for now. Lu Yujing’s split-personality behavior hadn’t actually impacted her in any aningful way.
Qin Feng, who had been quiet all this ti, finally spoke, though his voice lacked strength: "Uh... Should I remind you all that the total score for the graduate school entrance exam is 500? You’re not telling none of you know this, right?"
After he spoke, he looked at everyone in shock—how could they not know sothing so basic?!
The air fell silent as no one responded. Apart from Sang Ning, the others quickly pulled out their phones and opened their browsers to search.
Song Shiye felt heat rush to his cheeks—a sudden sting on his face. What was this? Embarrassnt? He didn’t dare ask Sang Ning if the maximum score was really 500, opting instead to discreetly search for it himself. Yet, notifications on Weibo kept bombarding him. Thinking they were troll ssages, ready to battle once more, he opened them, only to find out they were complaints about him.
[Bro, you didn’t seriously think the maximum score for the graduate school exam is the sa as the high school entrance exam, did you? The max is 500. Don’t tell you didn’t know?]
[No offense, but with your IQ, if you sat for the high school entrance exam today, you probably wouldn’t even score 498.]
[Hahaha, thanks a lot! By exposing that you didn’t know the grad school score cap, you’ve indirectly confird Sang Ning’s scores are legit. Appreciate you being our witness, man. Having a friend like you is both a blessing and a curse.]
Song Shiye had charged in confident for a fight but ended up being roasted to ashes by netizens. The trolls’ rude comnts? He didn’t even have to bother—they’d been crushed by Sang Ning’s army of fans.
Her fans engaged the trolls in a remarkably civilized way—not a single crude word was used. They simply responded beneath each troll’s comnt with pictures and captions: Being a fan ans living up to your idol’s standard—Sister Ning, I didn’t embarrass you, did I?
Opening the images, they were all screenshots of initial graduate exam scores, all surprisingly high—at least above 330. By past benchmark scores, unless applying to a competitive specialty, these scores would easily qualify for the retest.
With solid preliminary test results, fans flocked to Sang Ning’s comnt section to honor their wishes. Beyond test-takers returning the favor, others preparing for various exams also flooded her comnts to soak up so luck, turning her Weibo page into a collective wishing pool. Sang Ning herself couldn’t shake the feeling that she had beco the koi fish of this wishing pool.
The Zijin Research Institute acted quickly too, releasing the retest list on the college’s official site shortly after initial scores ca out. They even synchronized the list link to Weibo.
So skeptics clicked the link idly, only to see Sang Ning’s 498 score firmly at the top of the list. Seeing her number next to the second-place score—an impressive but clearly outmatched 456—left them speechless.
Even the trolls had nothing to say. With official lists published, accusations couldn’t stand anymore.
So they shifted to a new angle of attack.
[Sang Ning’s undergraduate school was just so ordinary arts college. I don’t believe soone with that background can achieve such high scores—was this cheating?]
[It wasn’t just cheating; the school might’ve outright leaked the questions and answers to Sang Ning.]
[If the school really leaked content just to boost their fa, that’d be pathetic. A serious academic institution resorting to cheating for celebrity clout? Disgusting.]
But those troll comnts didn’t faze Sang Ning one bit. In fact, they stirred up attacks from Zijin students. High-IQ insults completely outclassed the trolls until their noise faded completely.
Once the negativity was swept clean, Sang Ning’s 498-graduate-exam-score tag rocketed to the top of the trending list. Her genuine, jaw-dropping achievent earned widespread admiration from students, crowning her as the "Academic Genius of the Entertainnt World."
The guests who’d embarrassed themselves searching for graduate exam scores fell silent. After the earlier fiasco, saying anything ignorant now risked even greater mockery.
Chinese people, deeply valuing education, revered academic geniuses and top students with particular respect—even soone like Li Haidong, despite his age, couldn’t help but yield. He refreshed his view of Sang Ning entirely: "You mischievous girl, you always seed so carefree, but you’ve got the personality to quietly pull off big achievents. Impressive, really impressive—it almost makes see you in a whole new light."
This was Li Haidong’s first ti openly praising Sang Ning, leaving her a bit at a loss for how to react.
Wei Lan, even more so, looked at Sang Ning like she was thoroughly captivated: "Xiao Sang, you’ve truly impressed . Beautiful, smart—you’re so outstanding it’s making an old aunt like jealous!"
Though Wei Lan’s words were lighthearted teasing, they struck a nerve with Lu Yujing, who gritted her teeth so hard they nearly cracked. Wei Lan’s "jealousy" was a joke, but Lu Yujing’s was painfully real. Why did everything good have to go to Sang Ning?
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