In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 17

The chilly morning breeze carried a refreshing scent as it drifted through the campus.

When Jennie arrived at her classroom, it was already quite late. She put down her backpack and walked to the front row to collect the English test papers from the previous month's exam. Her classmates cooperated well and had already laid out their papers, making the process go smoothly.

The classroom was filled with a strong aroma. It was the smell of meat buns. The buns sold at the entrance of Haishi No.1 High School were famous for being delicious, and many people woke up early just to get their hands on them.

As Jennie approached a classmate who was eating a bun, he was rummaging through a cluttered desk, while chewing on the bun and saying incoherently, "Jennie, you were so strong yesterday."

"Thank you," Jennie replied politely as she took the test paper. Perhaps feeling guilty about isolating her in the past few days, these classmates were particularly friendly today.

Several girls even invited her to go to the school store during break time.

Jennie felt helpless and ironic.

These people never understood how a casual remark could have such a big impact on others. Words can be dangerous, and if it were a sensitive and fragile person, who knows how much psychological trauma they would suffer.

The weather outside was gloomy, and the classroom was dimly lit.

As Jennie walked to her seat, Lisa was quietly writing English words and handed her a test paper when he heard her footsteps.

On the cover of the paper, "71" was written in big red letters. Jennie secretly glanced at it and saw that he had almost all the wrong answers for one of the sections and got nearly half of the reading comprehension questions wrong. She knew that based on Lisa's grades, he could easily secure a spot in the top three of the class, and even make it into the advanced classes without much effort.

His physics and chemistry were excellent, always ranking first in the class, but his English was lagging behind.

Perhaps he despised English, because in all the days that Jennie sat next to Lisa, she had never seen him open an English book outside of class.

Suddenly, someone turned on the lights in the classroom.

The bright incandescent light illuminated the once gloomy classroom.

Jennie lowered her gaze and looked at the young man's dark head. He was writing words stroke by stroke, but it wasn't smooth, and he paused from time to time.

This was the first time she had ever seen Lisa study English so seriously.

Jennie lowered her head and adjusted her test paper, suppressing her doubts, and continued walking forward. Today's morning reading was Chinese language.

When Jennie returned to her seat, she saw Lisa bowing his head and putting the English words he had just written back in his drawer.

On a sheet of paper the size of a textbook, there were words written all over it, with most of them corrected in red pen. Jennie pursed her lips and silently took out her Chinese textbook.

Time flew by during the class, and when it was over, Jennie was registering the papers that had been turned in when she suddenly realized that Song Xinyu had not yet turned in her paper.

Song Xinyu's seat was right in front of Jennie's, so she reached out and tapped her on the back, "Song Xinyu, you haven't turned in your paper yet."

Without turning her head, Song Xinyu pulled her paper out of the drawer with a "swish," swung her elbow back, and the paper floated lightly in the air like a falling leaf before slowly landing on the desk.