Seeing her composed demeanor, the secretary's heart settled as they drove toward her school for the exam.
Banners had already been hung at the examination site, many police cars guarded the entrance, and parents anxiously waited outside the police line, hoping for their children's triumphant return. Some students were still frantically studying.
"Hey, isn't that Su Zhiruan? Isn't she the one who was guaranteed admission?" A classmate from her school recognized her and asked his peers in confusion.
"It can't be her. Those who knew they had been granted admission usually went home to play happily. Look at Su Zhiruan; she still struggles in school every day. It can't be her. If I were guaranteed admission, I'd probably make you guys unable to even see my face for the last month. Don't overthink it!"
Those who knew Su Zhiruan also cast their glances toward her.
