"Xiao Xin, thank you." Xiao Muli had never expected to hear words of support from Situ Xin; his heart surged with excitement upon hearing them. Fortunately, his facade was good, and the only change in his expression was a much softer look, nothing more.
Meanwhile, Situ Jin and Yu Qihao still wanted to say something, but at that moment, the class bell rang. They had to shut their mouths.
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, half of the first semester of high school had passed. Situ Xin and his friends were now facing their first major test since entering high school—the mid-term exam.
Indeed, lately, every student in the class had become much more restrained, even the usual playful ones who disliked studying had started to hit the books. It was a last-minute rush to cram. Only Situ Xin and his group went on as usual, seemingly unfazed by the upcoming exam.
