After two consecutive days of exams covering six subjects, most of the third-year junior high school students felt like they had gone through a trial by fire. They were either reborn from the ashes, or left crippled.
Of course, there was an exception.
"Ha! You're grinning like a fool. Did you score 480 points?"
Brother Ma was a special existence who never had to worry about his grades. As his two sidekicks who often appeared with him scared off virtually all the students in the corridor and strutted down, the question arose - who was he talking to?
"Xiao Yu, is he talking to you?"
A fellow student tugged at Qin Yu's sleeve, envy clearly written on her face.
Qin Yu: "....."
Why are you envious?
Sighing internally, Qin Yu put on a light smile and asked innocently as the girl-next-door: "Brother Ma, did you come here specially for me?"
This smile... it seemed familiar.
