The senior year of high school truly entered its most intense period, with days still passing neither too fast nor too slow.
Perhaps because her deskmate Chu Rong was a man of few words, during this period, Ruan Ruan also threw herself into studying with all her might.
Although she would still turn around and joke around with Qingran behind her from time to time, every time she turned back to her seat with a smile, she couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis seeing Chu Rong, with her thick glasses like the bottom of a beer bottle, still fervently solving problems.
When those better than you are working hard, and those worse than you are desperately working hard, then do you choose to be complacent or to strive harder?
It was this sense of crisis that allowed her to climb from around the sixteenth or seventeenth place in the class back up to around the twelfth or thirteenth, and then return to her sophomoric peak position of around tenth place.
