Xaviera Evans groaned and lazily leaned back in her chair, "So what you're saying is, no matter who loses, neither of us can ask Mag Evans to beg for mercy or renege on the bet?"
Jessi Whitman nodded emphatically, "Yes!"
Xaviera tapped her fingers lightly on the table and then looked up at Mag, "My dear sister, did you hear that? You can't plead for mercy, so don't even think about playing the innocent, phony girl today."
Mag bit her lip, almost in tears. Fortunately, before anyone could come to her defense, a shout came from the outside, "The results are out, the exam results are out!"
Who knows which class representative, holding their phone, shouted, "Come on, everyone, log in to the campus network and check your scores! I heard that there is a huge difference in scores this time. The good ones are really good, and the bad ones are all over the place, with all kinds of scores, even single digits."
