At Beijing University, Yang Qiange had just started her second physiology class of the morning.
She had been waiting for good news from her senior, but her WeChat remained silent.
Unable to contain herself, she stealthily sent a message to her senior from under the desk.
Yang Qiange, Department of Biomedical Sciences at Beijing University: Senior, have the results come out? Is that overconfident Xia Ye now hiding in the restroom, seething with anger? I'd love to see her face right now, it must be quite a sight.
Just then, Shen Zhiqiao, whose face was gloomy and ugly from hiding in the restroom, received this particular message, and her anger soared to new heights.
Shen: "Don't keep contacting me when it's not necessary, we are not that close."
Yang Qiange froze.
What's going on?
Why is senior suddenly treating me like this?
Could it be today's contest...
Yang Qiange shook her head vigorously: "It can't be, this is absolutely impossible."
