The May Day holiday is just around the corner.
Chen An'an was in her dorm room arduously studying math formulas, even tying a red headband reading "work hard, harder, and harder still" across her forehead.
The ritualistic vibe was strong, but she barely lasted three minutes before she felt sleepy enough to nod off.
That was until the other girls in the dorm returned, and one of them asked her,
"An'an, I noticed a guy from the class next door often sneaking glances at you. Do you think he likes you?"
"No way! Who would dare like An'an? She's famous for being a fighter."
"So what if she can fight? It's not a flaw or anything; just look at how gorgeous An'an is."
"Oh, shut it... Don't talk to me about stuff like that. Who would be dumb enough to date in high school? Such pointless drama."
Chen An'an got up again, hugged her book, and pretended to study for another two minutes. But as her eyelids drooped, she pinched herself hard on her thigh.
