The chatter in the room died down, but since class hadn't started yet, they were still whispering.
A bold girl simply turned her head to look at Jasmine Yale: "Taking notes? Can I borrow your notes? If I borrow a top student's notes, maybe I can get a scholarship this year too."
Jasmine Yale laughed awkwardly: "It's just what the teacher said, nothing more."
"Is it nothing more, or are you afraid we'll compete with you for the scholarship? Don't worry, we won't beat you; we don't even know the exam questions."
"I don't know the questions either, so don't spread rumors." Jasmine kept her head down, continuing to take notes, not wanting to engage with the gossip.
"It's an open secret, don't hide it. You've skipped almost half a semester and nothing happened. Do you know someone in the university? Like that professor from some department, or perhaps our president?"
"Professor? That big-bellied US man? He looks pretty stingy."
