The head teacher's emotions were highly stirred, but the students weren't influenced by it.
This was somewhat awkward.
There were five guaranteed admission slots available for competition, and although not every student here was without hope, the key point was that the two actual top students hadn't expressed any intention. What was there for them to express?
Qingran had always felt that she didn't care much about the guaranteed admission, but only when the moment actually came did she realize that she still wanted to secure one of those slots.
Not for any other reason, but perhaps to prove that her efforts recently had not been wasted, or maybe to put a perfect ending to her first competition participation.
Halfway to F University, Qingran, whose hand had been held by Xie Ying'an, felt a bad premonition after carefully sensing the temperature of Xie Ying'an's hand.
