Chapter 97

Deng Qin listened carefully to Shen Baili's request. Rather than agree at once, she considered the pros and cons of the Mathematics Olympiad from Shen Baili's perspective.

Shen Baili did not waver, so Deng Qin respected her decision.

In Deng Qin's eyes, her class monitor was the kind of person who would succeed at anything she did.

She had her own opinions, her own ideas, and the courage to act on them.

Shen Baili pressed her lips together. "Thank you, Teacher Deng. I'll head back to the classroom."

Deng Qin patted her arm. "All right. You're an excellent student, but don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Our class monitor can succeed at anything."

"A healthy body is just as important as a clever mind."

Deng Qin raised an arm and grinned as she flexed her biceps.

Shen Baili smiled, rolled up her sleeve, and showed off the definition in her own arm. "I will."

Deng Qin smiled with approval. "You've got this, Class Monitor."

When Shen Baili left the office, her steps felt lighter, as though a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Then she caught a glimpse of something and froze.

Deng Qin had bent down to pick up a pen. As she straightened, her collar exposed a large patch of scabbed wounds and bruises.

Shen Baili stopped at once. Deng Qin had already put on her jacket and zipped it up to her chin, as if she were hiding something.

Did I see that wrong?

No... I couldn't have. Teacher Deng was hurt?

Who had done that to her?

Shen Baili's expression grew grave. Her feet felt set in cement, unable to move an inch.

How could I help her?

Shen Baili returned to her seat with a lot on her mind. Qiao Yi