The East Sea Class made a face at Fang Yumei: "Are you jealous of our good grades and perfect predictions?"
"Jealous? With Wang Xin on our side, do we need to be jealous of you losers? Just wait and see—"
Fang Yumei snapped back, but just as she was halfway through, a few wet leaves smeared with bird droppings appeared from nowhere under her feet.
She slipped and fell into a split!
"Ahhh—!"
Unbelievably, the bird droppings ended up right in the middle of her split.
The East Sea Class couldn't hold back, snickering: "Please don't make noise, teacher!"
Fang Yumei: "..."
Damn, does she have a grudge against birds?!
Beside her, Wang Xin was stunned, unable to assist her, his mind a chaotic mess haunted by East Sea Class's flawless predictions.
How could their reverse-engineered predictions be so accurate, what kind of monster is Zuzi after all!
He refused to believe that Zuzi could predict the hardest question in tomorrow's comprehensive exams?
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