There were 15 classes in their third year at Zhuo Ying High School. Classes were arranged according to a student's results, with numbers one to three accommodating the crème-de-la-crème, the brightest minds the school had to offer.
So it was not surprising that Sun Ling was notably dissatisfied with the two new transfer students. One was the son of the school board's chairman, while the other was a student whose parents had all but thrown money at the school to admit their child. Who knew whether either of them was any good, or would they be extra baggage weighing down the class average?
When she looked at the bigger picture, Sun Ling could not help but thank her lucky stars. Back then, she had spoken to Shen Xi's biological parents and asked them to allow Shen Xi to remain.
