"The third-place awards go to Class 1-6, Class 2-9, Class 2-27..."
"Second place: Class 1-5, Class 2-8, high..."
As one award after another was announced not for their Class 2-20, many students had already lost hope, sighing one after another.
They had thought that at least they could win a prize after being praised by school leaders, but unexpectedly, they didn't win any.
"Could it be that our class's blackboard presentation really won't win any award?" Luo Mengmeng couldn't help but sigh softly.
Gu Zhihan pursed his lips. Although he also held little hope, he still comforted her, "Isn't there still the first-place prize yet to be announced?"
"Do you think we will get the first-place prize?"
Luo Mengmeng felt this was a bit far-fetched.
If it had been before the blackboard was destroyed, and he said their class could take first place, she would have completely believed it; but now with their rushed job of a photo wall, Luo Mengmeng really lacked confidence in it.
