January 28th, 7:55 a.m.
In every classroom at Lake Ying Middle School, there was an itch in the air.
Whether it be sorrow or joy, it was coming, a mix of fear and anticipation.
On this matter, there are many sayings to be found.
For example:
"Grades are like a box of chocolates, you never know what ranking you're going to get next."
Or:
"The brave vie for rankings, their blades drawn against the stronger."
"The cowardly vie for rankings, but their blades target the weaker."
And in this classroom.
Li Zheng was undoubtedly the most reckless one.
His gaze had already set its sights on Lin Yujing in advance.
He would not miss any detail or expression, wanting to see every single hair that stood on end clearly.
As for Zhang Xiaoke, she was unquestionably one of the timid ones.
One moment she went to Chen Jinyu, the next to Liu Yuexuan.
Even after the warning bell and returning to her seat, she didn't forget to share with Jiang Qinghua how she'd botched the exam.
