She turned around and looked at the sea of heads below. Suddenly, she felt as if she were surrounded by stars. She laughed to herself, thinking, why should a student overthink everything?
She had lived longer than others, and looking back on her previous life, where she had been so pitiful, still made her heart ache.
She bowed to the audience below, then walked off the stage.
At that moment, she could feel the gaze of thousands of students pinned on her, not exactly like daggers in her back, but it was uncomfortable. She wished she could retreat to the solitude of the classroom.
"Yuxin, you're really amazing."
Zhang Yindi grabbed Tang Yuxin's arm, acting as if they were close friends, "I knew it was yours! You see, right? But how did you participate in the competition? Why didn't you tell me?"
Zhang Yindi pouted, seeming adorably naive, but Tang Yuxin could feel her almost digging her fingers into her arm.
Everyone knows how to be a prophet after the event.
