Chapter 71 You Should Worry About Yourself
No one in Class A took Myrna’s words seriously, even Ramon and Rachel thought her actual grades were too poor to admit.
Studied with all their might, one by one.
Swore to score a few more points to help Myrna raise her average.
In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the exam. A large group of people from Class A agreed to find the exam room together. Myrna checked her own exam room number
1102, I originally thought it was far away, but it turned out to be right next door in Class B.
“I was in 1204, Ramon and the others were in 1605, Myrna, which exam room were you in?” Rachel, who was following her out of the classroom, happened to walk into Class B. Seeing her casually holding the newly distributed exam room slip, she curiously asked her.
Myrna crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash bin from a distance, a mocking glint in her eyes, “1102, number 1.”
Rachel was taken aback, “What a coincidence, isn’t that the first one in the first row of Class B?”
Her heart kept sinking, she had originally prepared a few commonly
sheets for Myrna, but now they were of no use. used formula che
At that time, people from Class B also packed up their things, took their respective exam numbers, and came out to find their exam rooms.
Chapter 71 You Should Worry About Your
Stephanie emerged like the moon held in the hearts of the crowd, surrounded by Abbey and others.
Abbey saw Myrna’s eyes turn green, standing on end like a mad rooster: “Well, well, who do we have here? Isn’t this Myrna, the one who topped our class in the baseline test? I heard you’ve boldly claimed you’re going to be the top of the class this time? Ha, Class A has really fallen so low, to let someone who cheats and takes shortcuts be the first?”
Rachel, who was next to Myrna, immediately stood up, her face red with anger: “Abbey, watch your mouth!”
“How is it that speaking the truth is considered dirty? With her dragging us down, I’m waiting for you guys in Class A to hand over the title of ‘excellent class‘ to us!” Abbey retorted, not willing to show weakness. She was tall and feisty, overpowering Rachel in both height and spirit. Her loud words angered the passing students from Class A, who were all itching to confront her
Myrna squinted, her dark eyes wildly narrowed, reaching out to stop Rachel who was itching to rush over and fight with a few people. She stared at Abbey’s provocative gaze and said coldly, “I’m waiting for you to come and get it.”
What to take?
The title of the outstanding class.
Abbey, who was originally full of momentum, was suppressed by her and ended up looking like a shrew. She was still unwilling to admit. defeat and wanted to jab at Myrna a few more times, but Stephanie pulled her aside at this moment and gently said, “That’s enough, Abbey. The exam is about to start, stop making a fuss. Have you found your exam room yet? Let’s find the exam room first.”
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She began to speak, Abbey, unwilling to accept defeat, shouted at Myrna and the others, “You’re just lucky!”
Holding Stephanie’s hand, he lifted his chin proudly, “Stephie, let’s go,”
As Stephanic passed by Myrna and her group, she gently smiled and whispered, “Sis, keep going, I believe in you, I’m waiting for your results.”
It was only after they had climbed the stairs that Rachel, pale–faced and looking sick, said, “What’s Stephanie’s deal? Why do I feel like her attitude is even more disgusting than Abbey’s, as if she’s certain you won’t do well on your test?”
“She kept saying she believed in you, a simple ‘keep going, do your best‘ would have sufficed. But no, she had to say ‘waiting for your exam results.‘ It sounded as if she was waiting for a joke to unfold.”
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Seeing that the exam preparation bell was about to ring, Rachel still had a lot to say but didn’t have time. She patted Myrna’s shoulder, managed to squeeze out a smile, and encouraged, “Myma, don’t feel pressured. No matter how you do, no one will blame you. Just do your best and perform at your normal level.”
Myrna said nonchalantly, “Hmm, I’ll try my best.”
Adrian, who was the last to leave the classroom, happened to hear her cheering Myrna on. His mouth twitched, and he tugged at Rachel’s clothes, pulling her upstairs, “Let’s go, hurry up and find your own exam room. She doesn’t need you to worry about her. You’d better worry about yourself!”
Myrna, was there a need for them, these ordinary high school students, to worry?