An Hao searched around the classroom thoroughly, and after all the examinees had dispersed and the exam papers had been loaded onto a vehicle and taken to the examination center, she still couldn't find a trace of that leader.
Her sweat soaked through her clothes from running, yet it was all in vain.
The thought of the university she had longed for now being out of reach sliced through An Hao's heart like a knife.
The school felt empty, and she sat on the classroom steps by herself, with an indescribable taste of sorrow in her heart.
Suddenly, Song Yueqin's voice rang in An Hao's ears, "How does it feel? Hurts, doesn't it? An Hao, if I can't go to college, don't you dare dream of a bright future!"
"Song Yueqin!" An Hao stood up and slapped Song Yueqin's face with a swing of her hand, "You set me up on purpose! You did it on purpose!"
Song Yueqin couldn't dodge in time and took a heavy slap to the face.
