The classroom was buzzing with noise.
This was the first major class for the new students of the Department of Agriculture this semester - "Crop Cultivation."
The large lecture hall, which could accommodate 200 people, was packed.
Lin Wan Yi hugged her books and found a seat near the front.
As soon as she sat down, the originally noisy conversations around her quieted down instantly.
Countless eyes secretly glanced at her.
There was curiosity, awe, and also defiance.
In the corner, Liu Meiqin stared intently at Lin Wan Yi's straight back, gripping her pen so tightly it was about to break.
"Brother Zhiyuan, look at her arrogant demeanor!"
Liu Meiqin nudged the boy next to her with her elbow, her voice full of jealousy.
"Isn't she just good at farming? The principal treats her like a precious flower, but I bet she hasn't even opened the textbook!"
