Guan Yiqing was woken up by the crazy ringtone of his phone.

The most primitive ringing of bells recklessly pounded on his head, which was in a state of dizziness because of the hangover.

Irritated.

Super irritated.

He didn't know who sent him back. He didn't change his clothes and left his phone far away on the desk.

He slept the whole night and had to endure this kind of torture the next day.

Thinking of the bottle of alcohol on the table last night, Guan Yiqing was even more irritated.

First, he pulled his hair like a chicken's nest, then turned over and covered his ears.

He wanted to wait for the caller to hang up, but who knew that the ringtone would keep ringing. It didn't reduce the volume at all, as if it wouldn't stop until the caller went crazy.

"Ahhhhhh, so noisy —"

Guan Yiqing rolled back and forth on the bed. Finally, he squinted his eyes and stomped to the desk with his bare feet. He almost tripped over the quilt on the floor.

A thought popped up in his mind, bolded and underlined in red:

Which idiot dared to call at this time? I'll kill him.

An unknown number.

Guan Yiqing sat on the table and took a sip of water from the cup beside him. He cleared his throat and answered the call.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Guan Yiqing classmate?"

He didn't know the man.

"It's me.

You are …? "

"I'm a courier from XX company. I have an express delivery for you."

？？？

"My, special delivery?"

"Yes, it seems to be your acceptance letter.

I'm downstairs now. Is it convenient for you to go downstairs to pick it up? "

Acceptance letter?

No, there was an acceptance letter from the city's No. 1 Middle School?

"Okay, please wait a moment."

"Please bring your ID and admission ticket. I'll wait for you downstairs."

He hurriedly washed his face, threw the clothes that reeked of alcohol into the washing machine, and put on his loose and comfortable home clothes. He then rummaged through the school bag that was miserably bullied a few days ago for his admission ticket, ID card in his wallet, and finally his phone that had only 7% battery left and the key on the shoe cabinet.

Guan Yiqing used nearly ten minutes to clean himself up, and then dragged his slippers downstairs.

The delivery man was standing in front of the building. He was wearing a uniform, holding a ballpoint pen in one hand and a stack of delivery forms in the other. Next to him was an electric tricycle with a small advertisement.

The red and white paper shell was placed on the seat of the tricycle.

Guan Yiqing rubbed his nose and walked over. "Sorry, I slept a little late last night."

"It doesn't matter. This is your express delivery." The courier's attitude was excellent. He was all smiles and didn't show any signs of impatience.

"Here —"

Guan Yiqing raised his ID card and admission ticket to the other party.

The deliveryman nodded and took it. He scanned the contents on his phone and returned it to Guan Yiqing. After watching the latter put it away, he handed it back to him.

In the elevator, Guan Yiqing couldn't help but tear open the paper cover. There was a thick stack of documents inside.

It seemed … to be a formal notice.

Guan Yiqing didn't pull the contents out. He pinched the opening and flipped through the packaging.

— — Xiong Ying High School?

？？？

excuse

me

？？？

Wasn't … wasn't it guaranteed admission??

Guan Yiqing opened the door with a dumbfounded look on his face. He pulled on his slippers and sat on the sofa. He pushed the pile of items on the coffee table far away and began to study the contents of the stack of documents.

Admission notice, list of necessary items for school, personal information form, leave request, emergency passport application, round-trip plane ticket in seven days, and a booklet for new students.

Ichiqing was dumbfounded. I'm afraid I didn't apply to a fake school.

Guan Yiqing stared at the pile of information in front of him for three whole minutes before he took out his phone, which only had 5% battery left, and called the recruitment office.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hello, I'm a fresh graduate from XX Middle School. Can you help me check the admission results?"

"Okay, please report your name and student number."

Guan Yiqing said his name. He read the candidate's number on the admission ticket and confirmed it again. Then, he listened to the sound of typing coming from the other side.

"Guan Yiqing, you have been pre-admitted by Xiong Ying High School. The system shows that you have received the notice … Do you have any questions?"

"I remember my first choice was A City's First High School."

There was another sound of typing.

Guan Yiqing's expression didn't look good.

"Yes, but this year, due to the policy, Xiong Ying High School has priority over other schools."

"… Can I refuse?"

"I'm sorry."

"…"

After hanging up the phone, Guan Yiqing was stunned for five minutes before he finished digesting the information.

Me???

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