In Lin Xingjie's eyes, Xu Xiangyang was the epitome of a perfect honor student.
She was certainly aware that Zhu Qingyue's grades were even more impressive, but even so, it did not diminish her impression of Xu Xiangyang as the "model student" in her heart.
Perhaps it was because they lived under the same roof and were so close to each other that she observed him with greater detail.
"I mean... have you ever encountered those mean people who want to trip you up?"
Xu Xiangyang was startled for a moment.
"Maybe there have been, I'm not sure; I only focus on burying myself in my studies, and don't care about such things. Besides, that kind of behavior is really pointless, one or two exams can't decide success or failure."
After all, during the three years of high school, be it other tests, assessments, monthly exams, big exams, practice tests, or regular pop quizzes, in the end, they are all just an exercise, a rehearsal.
The real battle, in fact, is always only one.
