Luo Jia has transferred from class one to class twenty, which has stirred up a buzz in the Highschool No.1. Many were babbling about it.
What does class one represent?
Aren't those who enter class one likely to go to college? Why did she switch to class twenty?
"Luo Jia, do you know what you are doing?"
The headmaster of class one grasped his glasses, his brows furrowed as his stern gaze fixed on the girl who bowed her head.
Luo Jia was not a bad student in class one, she was in the upper-middle ranks.
"Teacher, I understand."
With her ponytail, Luo Jia, looking like a well-mannered girl, replied seriously.
"The college entrance examination is coming up in a few months." Qian Yi said softly, a touch of helplessness in her voice.
Usually, Luo Jia is such a sensible, smart girl that she was a bit puzzled about Luo Jia's sudden change of heart with the crucial moment coming.
"Teacher, I know."
Luo Jia's voice was sweet and as proper as ever.
