"I'd rather believe it was just an ink spot on the exam paper from some top student that the marker mistook for something else,"
As Tessa was entering the front gate with Hannah, they saw Emily lying on her desk, seemingly crying, and all of her close friends were comforting her.
Class 2 was the school's rocket class, with a total of fifty-six students—not too many, but not too few either.
From the perspective of other classes, the rocket class should be considered the cream of the crop. Not everyone is required to rank within the top fifty-six, but at the very least, they should all be within the top one hundred.
The original requirement for entering the rocket class was to have stable grades within the top one hundred.
But this time, Emily's grades in the rocket class were somewhat…
And it wasn't the first time.
