Zhao Guangran peered in and saw his elder brother reading a book in the room, while Gong Ruini lay there quietly.
Zhao Guangran sighed. From the beginning of October to now, it's been seven months, and it's already May.
"Ni Zi, if you don't wake up soon, you'll have to stay in first year, while Nana and I move on to second year."
Despite Gong Ruini's outstanding previous grades, for a girl who hasn't attended high school, teachers wouldn't let her skip first year courses, no matter how good her junior high grades were.
"Ni Zi, wake up. Being first doesn't feel good." Zhao Guangran felt melancholy, as he never expected the pressure of constantly staying at the top of the class.
In the past, Zhao Guangran thought he had good connections, knew lots of people, but now he sees it differently because he overheard people who were quite close with him speaking behind his back.
