That sounded just like a teacher preaching, but it completely lacked the authority of a teacher.
It was overly cute to look at and even sowhat amusing.
"Alright, study hard and aim high every day," Arnold Simmons drawled as he pulled out a math book from the side and flipped it open, "I’m going to study hard right now."
Hannah lowered her head to look at the math book Arnold had taken out, silent for a mont before she added, "But the next class is Chinese."
Arnold Simmons: "..."
During the last class of the day, the horoom teacher Oscar Evans ca specifically to announce the precautions for this week’s monthly exam.
The duration of the monthly exam is the sa as that of the college entrance examination, spanning two days, scheduled for this Thursday and Friday. The arrangent of the examination rooms and seating will follow the usual thod, with the previous monthly exam’s grade rankings as a standard.
Each class was also required to clear out their study room to make space for the examination room.
"Before evening self-study this Wednesday, clear out your belongings from the study room. Don’t leave any books in the drawers, and don’t leave any books in other parts of the classroom. Move all your things over, do you hear ?"
The murmuring from below stopped, and dozens of students in the class responded languidly with a "Heard."
Oscar Evans didn’t say much else, only kept the class president behind to discuss the precautions, and let everyone else disperse.
First desk in the front row.
Emily Jones was packing up her things, while a few girls nearby were discussing the upcoming monthly exam.
"I heard in the office that the teachers were praising Hannah, especially our chemistry teacher, who kept singing her praises as if he was afraid that others wouldn’t know how amazing Hannah is."
"It’s just one first prize in a national competition, what’s so great about that? She really thinks she’s a genius."
"That’s because you, Emily, just aren’t interested in participating. If you had, Hannah wouldn’t have stood a chance at winning the first prize. She’d probably be off sowhere crying."
The girls talked animatedly, their tone not without a hint of trying to flatter Emily.
Emily Jones’ family was in business, and the students in class didn’t have a clear concept of rich people; they all treated Emily as if she were the Eldest Miss of a wealthy family, pampering her.
Of course, the main reason was that Emily liked to dress up, showing off whether she changed her clothes or shoes, and things that cost a few thousand yuan were just barely appealing to her.
Furthermore, since she was a class officer and good at pleasing teachers, she naturally had no shortage of flatterers around her.
Hearing the girls speak like this, her mood improved significantly, "A competition of this nature, of course, I wouldn’t bother with it."
She seized the opportunity to boast, leaving the girls montarily stunned, but they quickly echoed a few sentences in agreent.
Anyway, flattery was always the right choice.
anwhile, Tessa Thompson had just walked out of the classroom with Hannah, without any reservations in their conversation, "She looks down upon it, but I bet it’s because she couldn’t make it. The last ti we had a math competition, she hounded our math teacher for a long ti, saying all kinds of nice things in the hope of getting a backdoor entry. In the end, the math teacher told her to let her grades do the talking, and that just exposed her true colors."
Although Class 2 is a top-tier class, not every student’s grades are within the top fifty of the grade.
Apart from Arnold Simmons being an exception, Emily’s grades were indeed sowhat lacking compared to the top-tier class.
"That ti I ranked 107th, Emily mocked indirectly, but who knew that in the end her own ranking would drop outside the top 150, which really made laugh. It was like watching her slap her own face live."
It was quite normal for dozens of students in a class to have conflicts with each other.
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