Ji Yanchen spoke in a bizarre manner, which Qingran could not understand, and he was even less likely to explain.
The issue of greater and lesser importance was thus turned over.
The most important thing in the third year of high school is studying, and Qingran's performance in the first examination of this school term was not too ideal.
She concluded that the reason was probably that the guaranteed admission quota had been secured, and she had become somewhat complacent.
This wouldn't do; she looked back at Ji Yanchen again.
Oh, Ji Yanchen wasn't flipping through his exercise book at this time; he was looking down, probably immersed in his own world, his hat brim covering all his expressions.
Qingran looked forward again; Wen Shiyi, sitting in the third row, was deeply engrossed in doing his homework, still as hardworking as ever even after securing a guaranteed admission spot.
