Late August.
The annual assessment was tomorrow.
Everyone in the Ninth Small Courtyard was finding things very strange.
Jiang Man had been absent for many days.
And the assessment was tomorrow. If he did not show up soon, he would miss it.
They only knew Jiang Man had taken leave, not where he had gone.
"Teacher Yan, is Jiang Man coming back tomorrow for the assessment?" Cao Cheng asked.
The others were curious too.
Yet Yan Yiqiu looked at them and shook her head. "It really is hard to say. If he doesn't come for this assessment, this will be a perfect opportunity for you to chase first place.
"Of course, when you advance to the Eighth Institute in September, he'll still be in first place.
"The seating won't change."
Zhuo Bufan grew rather excited. "You mean I have a chance at first place?"
"Why can't I be first?" Zhao Yaoyao chimed in.
For a moment, they were all praying that Jiang Man would not return for the assessment.
Wei Beichuan, however, did not care whether Jiang Man returned, because he could not contend for first place.
But this time, he could definitely leap past many people.
His gaze fixed firmly on Cao Cheng and An Rong.
Before long, he would trample fifth and sixth place beneath his feet.
This annual assessment probably would not be enough yet, but he could put some pressure on them.
He would slowly catch up and savor their despair.
He would hunt these two down.
Back then, he had not stayed up at night and had let them have their way.
Now...
It was time to let them experience the fear of being chased and overtaken.
First, he would charge straight into the top ten, then pursue them little by little, making them run