In this era, getting into Qingbei University was an incredible achievement. Out of tens of thousands of hopefuls, only a select few could cross the "single-plank bridge" to this top-tier institution.
"Can't you get in even if you're first in your school?" Zhu Jing asked curiously.
Her ancestors were Imperial Chefs, so her family was relatively well-off. They encouraged her to test into high school, but her grades were just too poor to pass the entrance exam.
She later heard that the top student in her school ended up going to Qingbei.
Wen Ci shook her head. "The resources at each school are different. The school I went to was in the countryside. The top student from a provincial capital city could probably get in."
"Have you all thought about getting jobs?" Wen Ci asked.
"We want to, but as soon as we go to the literacy classes, we get drowsy."
