The three-day Qingming holiday passed in a flash, and life settled back into its regular routine.
The semester was already more than halfway over. After the final exams in mid-July, Chen Shi'an, Wen Zhixia, and Lin Meng Qiu would officially become Senior Year Three students preparing for the Gaokao.
Their everyday studies gradually grew more pressing. Even Xu Zihan and his friends, the most fun-loving bunch in class, began reining themselves in.
Fewer and fewer figures could be seen making a racket in the corridors between classes. Like time itself, their footsteps began to hurry.
Once the first round of review began, everyone doubled their efforts to improve their scores.
The two Monthly Exams this semester already showed how sharply scores and rankings were beginning to fluctuate.
Even students who had consistently ranked in the top twenty or even the top ten of their year could no longer guarantee they would still be there after the next exam.
There were always dark horses charging up from behind. The ones knocking them down might well be previously unremarkable students from the advanced classes, or even the regular classes.
At this stage, the saying "if you don't advance, you fall behind" was illustrated to the fullest...
During this period of fiercest competition, dark horses emerged one after another. There were always people who ordinarily seemed neither particularly hardworking nor outstanding academically, yet appeared to awaken overnight. After two or three months of burying themselves in their books, their scores would soar.
It would be a lie to say they felt no pressure or discouragement. Fortunately, though, even the most formidable dark horses were ultimately only dark horses.
There was only one person at Yunqi No. 1 High School who truly deserved to be called a genius.
With the Daoist Master's previous achievements