She really did not put too much pressure on herself, so she did not feel too nervous either. When it was time for the exam, she directly went in and took it.
Just as the papers were distributed, she had not yet begun to write when she heard a loud bang that startled her. She looked up to see a boy fallen to the ground with his eyes tightly shut. His face was pale, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.
"Too nervous," Tang Yuxin sighed, then took up her pen again and continued writing. Soon after, a doctor came in. Seeing the situation, the boy had to be taken out.
That would be one of the pivotal three years of high school that could never be retaken.
Tang Yuxin went on answering her paper, busy with her own world, occasionally sipping from her herbal tea.
Should she ask if she could help?
Yes, that's a possibility, but what's the point?
