Even after school was over and Chen Fan had left the classroom, Si Yinxia's face was still buried in the books.
Chang Wen walked over to Si Yinxia and looked at Si Yinxia pitifully. She said quietly: "You have been at it for the entire afternoon already; why don't you join me for supper and relax a bit."
Si Yinxia finally put down the pen and rubbed his sore wrist. Chang Wen asked: "Chen Fan is back; did you see him?"
"Chen Fan?" Si Yinxia was taken aback and then shook his head, "So what? He is no longer my worthy opponent."
"However, I do have to thank him for forcing me to take a long hard look at my meaningless and wasteful life before I met him."
"Indeed." Chang Wen nodded. Her eyes were filled with admiration. "Chen Fan's strength came from a powerful friend of his; however, you are different. In ten or twenty years, you will be no less successful than Wei Ziqin.
"By then, people like Chen Fan could only be jealous of you."
