HOÀN THÀNH
The Test Has No Name
The ink on the score sheet still had the smell of red ink when Mr. Khang placed it face down on Huynh Dang Nguyen's desk, tapping twice on the wooden desk like a punctuation mark. "Nine point seven," the teacher said, not looking at him but looking straight at the board, where the highest score column for class 12A had just been written with white chalk. "Tallest in the grade, as usual." Nguyen did not immediately turn the paper over. He placed his hand on it, feeling the remaining moisture of the ink that had not completely dried, then flipped it. The number 9.7 lies neatly in the red frame, next to the hastily scribbled signature of...
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