Even Zhuo Peipei, who was right beside him, felt stung by the warning.
The class president immediately shrank back, just as cowardly as Shen Yuan.
Zhou Shaojie arrived earlier than usual today, walking into the classroom with a light spring in his step, just like always.
However, when his gaze fell upon his seat, his jaw dropped in astonishment—his two deskmates were sitting at their desks, studying diligently.
"What the—? Zhuo Peipei, are you on something?" Zhou Shaojie's eyes widened, his face a mask of disbelief as he stared at her as if he were seeing something impossible.
After all, at this time of day, Zhuo Peipei should have been playing on her phone or chatting in a QQ group, definitely not doing practice problems so seriously like this!
Hearing Zhou Shaojie's voice, Zhuo Peipei slowly raised her head. Her gaze was calm as she looked at him and said lightly, "The joint midterm exams are coming up. You don't want to fail to even break 640, do you?"
