Mo Weiran was bewildered all noon, feeling extremely puzzled.
Therefore, even when having lunch with Gu Zhiqi and the other two, he still wore an expression full of confusion.
Seeing that lunch was over, but the bewilderment in his brow hadn't dissipated, and he frequently looked at Gu Zhiqi with a hesitant-to-speak expression, Lu Xingzhe couldn't stand it anymore.
He punched him on the shoulder, asking, "What's up? Looking as constipated as ever?"
Mo Weiran snapped back to his senses and shook his head vigorously at Lu Xingzhe.
Lu Xingzhe's eyes were filled with suspicion, thus on the way back to school, Lu Xingzhe kept coaxing information out of him.
In the end, he managed to extract it.
Upon learning that Gu Zhiqi's national competition ranking was only 51, both Lu Xingzhe and Qiao Qingshu found it unbelievable.
They absolutely didn't believe Gu Zhiqi only got the 51st place.
Even Gu Zhiqi herself didn't believe it.
