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The next day, Zhang Huan went directly from the hospital to the college entrance exam venue.

As for the exam results, there's no need to guess—they won't be good. But what I didn't expect was that Zhang Huan actually fell asleep in the exam hall and almost handed in a blank paper.

When Zhang Huan came home, she was crying like a teardrop.

"It's all your fault!" She vented at her grandmother and then shut herself in her room without stepping out.

Zhang Jianguo was even more anxious and started frantically calling all sorts of connections.

But in such matters, there is no way except to repeat a year of study, yet Zhang Huan's grades were already poor, and she was unwilling to do another year no matter what.

So, to fulfill his beloved daughter's wish, within a few days, Zhang Jianguo had spent more than half of his savings, and in the end, all the connections he tried yielded nothing.

A week later, Zhang Jianguo came home and sat on the sofa, chain-smoking.