1104: So What If She's Competitive

So What If She's Competitive

Ye Ying didn't continue studying in Provincial No.1 Middle School but she knew everything that happened to Ye Jian.1

For instance, the direct admission slots for both the National Science University and the National Arts University were waiting for Ye Jian but she rejected them! She even said that her choice wasn't the National Science University or the National Arts University. It was another university.

What kind of joke was this?

The National Science University and the National Arts University were the top universities in the country. They were the dream universities of many people. How could she give it up just because she said so? Was that possible?

Only that bunch of idiots from Provincial No.1 Middle School would get fooled by her! She rejected direct admission from the top two universities in the country and said that they weren't her choice. Was she planning to study abroad?

She should know how much weight she carries first!

She wasn't studying in Provincial No.1 Middle School anymore but she remained competitive. Every time Ye Ying heard of Ye Jian's result, she would study even harder so that she could win Ye Jian.

Unfortunately, from grade eleven to grade twelve, she never won Ye Jian at all, not even once. Whether it was a small test or an important exam, every time she heard Ye Jian's result, Ye Ying, who was elated that she managed to be in the top ten of her cohort, would get so angry that she wanted to faint.

No matter how hard she studied, she would never be able to surpass Ye Jian!

The bus drove on safely. Along the streets, the snow hadn't melted. The grey piles of snow had lost their pure whiteness.

At 7 am, the grade twelve students from Provincial No.1 Middle School and Provincial No. 2 Middle School started their last burst of fire. Everyone's expression was tense. Some were worried about their future. They were scared that they wouldn't be able to enter a university, that they would fail their exams, and that their results might be worse than expected.

These students worried about so many things but the students from Provincial No.1 Middle School Grade Twelve Class One were different. Every one of them had smiles on their faces. When they met each other at the school gate, they would wish everyone a happy new year and ask for red packets.

"Damn it, I didn't get any red packets this year. My parents kept all of them and even threatened me. They said that if I don't get into a university, my red packets will disappear!"

"That's tragic. I got my red packets. I played games in the morning and studied at night. I worked and played!"

When the students from other classes heard this, they felt unhappy. They were both students but why was the difference so big?

They woke up before the sun rose every day during their winter break to do homework. Yet, the students from Class One still had time to play.

"Is Ye Jian here? We have a few questions that we couldn't solve so we want to ask her."

Ye Jian was mentioned after a few sentences. Under the envious gazes of the other students, the students from Class One, who met one another at the school gates, walked quickly towards the teaching building.

New year, new start. The classmates greeted one another with a 'happy new year' and took out their winter break homework. Then, they started looking through one another's work.

The students from Class One started to have the habit of looking through one another's homework since grade eleven. The person who suggested this idea was their class monitor, Lu Xin.

However, the students from Class One did have the ability to look through each other's scripts. Everyone had good results. Their parents also knew that their child's result improved because the studying atmosphere of the class was extremely good.

Some parents knew that the five roommates who shared a dormitory with Ye Jian were all in the top 20 of the cohort so they asked Mrs. Tong privately if their child could move to Ye Jian's dormitory. They said that the dormitory had good feng shui and the God of Studies was there!

The students didn't know about this. Mrs. Tong was speechless when she heard the requests. She smiled and replied, "You're wrong. Ye Jian is in our class. What are you afraid of?"

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