Ni Yang walked to the Examination Room with her things.
The examination rooms of the eighties, although lacking the electronic gadgets of later generations and without the need for security checks, were still very solemn affairs. In a large classroom of 60 square meters, only 20 desks were placed, spaced generously apart. With four proctors on duty and rotating inspectors overseeing the room, cheating was all but impossible.
Ni Yang's seat was by the window in the first group. As the exam had not yet begun, murmurs quickly spread from the surrounding.
Beauties, regardless of the era, would always receive special treatment.
"My God, which school is she from? She's so pretty."
"Idiot, didn't you see the uniform? She's from Third City Middle School."
"Third City Middle School, could she be... the school beauty?"
Hearing the words "school beauty," someone curiously asked, "What school beauty?"
