Zheng Fa's college entrance examination score ranked first in the entire city.
Over the phone, Mr. Chen's voice still carried a hint of regret: "I heard you were only a few points behind the top scorer in the province... just short of a bit of luck."
"It's pretty good already." Zheng Fa laughed through the phone: "Being able to attend the university I want is good enough."
"Speaking of that, do you have a target university? Several universities have already called me, saying they couldn't reach you on your cell phone."
Hearing Mr. Chen's words, Zheng Fa felt somewhat embarrassed.
When he was cultivating Spirit Mountain Technique, if the phone was too close, it would cause some anomalies, such as shutting down or crashing.
Previously, he didn't really care—truth be told, not many people would call or message him.
It was only tonight, reminded by Tang Lingwu, that he placed his phone further away.
"Isn't that bothering you, Mr. Chen?"
Zheng Fa said.
