Jiang Yingyue seemed to hear some kind of joke, her sensitive and fragile voice squeaking out in protest.
"She's going to help me improve my grades? How is she so capable?"
It wasn't that she, Jiang Yingyue, looked down on people, but a first-year student who hadn't even studied the coursework for the second or third year was shamelessly talking about teaching study methods to a senior? Where was her shame?
Her goal was to aim for the Wucheng college entrance examination's top scorer, not just to casually apply to a second-rate college!
Zhang Yanyan was covering one ear.
"Are you really not going?"
"I've thanked her! I can study on my own; I don't need her teaching!" Jiang Yingyue refused Zhang Yanyan's invitation with pride and determination.
The other students in the class followed suit and stayed firmly seated.
