As time flowed like water, after the results of the New Year's singing competition were announced, everyone discovered that Zhen Yu did not place at all, whereas Qian Duoduo won a third prize.
But since the school had entered the final review stage of the semester, students were all immersed in their intense studies.
So, no one really talked about it, except for Liu Ting, who whispered a few times in Zhen Yu's ear about the unfairness.
Zhen Yu, however, didn't feel that way; her performance and voice were not at their best because she was the last to appear, so it was normal for her not to win any awards.
Another Friday came, and during lunchtime, while everyone was eating and discussing what ingredients would be used for tomorrow's Laba porridge, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the Junior High School First Class classroom.
"Who is it?" As most students were saying this, the student sitting near the door called out, "Come in!"
