The sky was clear and blue, with white clouds.
At eight thirty in the morning, the live broadcast of the National Olympic Mathematics Competition began.
Looking around, there were security personnel constantly patrolling outside the examination venue, and TV reporters were stationed at the entrance, making corresponding reports.
Fifteen minutes before the exam, a deep black SUV steadily parked beside the venue.
Rong Zhi opened the car door, about to get out.
A tap on the shoulder stopped her, and she turned her eyes slightly, "Huh?"
Bai Su pointed his long, attractive fingers outside the window, his thin lips curving into a smile, "Brother Zhi, don't you think that cloud looks like a heart?"
Rong Zhi raised her eyes and looked in the direction he indicated.
