The mock exam took place as scheduled, and Zhang Yu didn't disappoint, scoring a decent result.
Everyone looked at the ranking list and saw a particular person charging ahead, and could only sigh helplessly.
"I originally thought that I was really working hard this winter break, but I never expected that she could still score better."
"Yeah," someone said with a helpless tone, "if my parents found out Zhang Yu scored so well, oh dear."
They could already predict that going home today wouldn't be pleasant. "Anyway, at least my score this time is better than last time." No matter what, at least there is progress, which is better than none.
Everyone knows that senior year is tough, and they were all prepared for it. Last semester's study intensity already felt exhausting to them.
It wasn't until this semester that they realized it could be even more grueling; the time of drowning in a sea of papers didn't need to wait until exam week.
