Chapter 71: You Should Worry About Yourself
No one in Class A took Myrna’s words seriously, even Ramon and Rachel, though her actual grades were too poor to admit. They studied with all their might, one by one, swearing to score a few more points to help Myrna raise her average.
In the blink of an eye, it was exam day. A large group from Class A agreed to find the exam room together. Myrna checked her exam room number—1102. I originally thought it was far away, but it turned out to be right next door in Class B.
“I was in 1204, Ramon and the others were in 1605,” Rachel, following Myrna out of the classroom, said as she happened to walk into Class B. Seeing Myrna casually holding the newly distributed exam room slip, she curiously asked, “Myrna, which exam room were you in?”
Myrna crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash from a distance, a mocking glint in her eyes. “1102, number 1.”
Rachel was taken aback. “What a coincidence, isn’t that the first one in the first row of Class B?”
Her heart sank. She had originally prepared a few formula cheat sheets for Myrna, but now they were of no use. At that time, students from Class B also packed up their things, took their exam numbers, and went to find their exam rooms.
Stephanie emerged like the moon held in the hearts of the crowd, surrounded by Abbey and others. Abbey saw Myrna’s eyes turn green, her feathers ruffled like a mad rooster. “Well, well, who do we have here? Isn’t this Myrna, the one who topped our class in the baseline test? I heard you’ve boldly claimed you’re going to be top of the class this time? Ha, Class A has really fallen so low, to let someone who cheats and takes shortcuts be first?”
Rachel, standing next to Myrna, her face red with anger, retorted, “Abbey, watch your mouth!”
“How is it that speaking the truth is considered dirty?” Abbey shot back, unwilling to show weakness. “With her dragging us down, I’m waiting for you guys in Class A to hand over the title of ‘excellent class’ to us!” She was tall and feisty, overpowering Rachel in both height and spirit. Her loud words angered nearby students from Class A, who were itching to confront her.
Myrna squinted, her dark eyes narrowed, reaching out to stop Rachel, who was ready to rush over and confront Abbey. She stared at Abbey’s provocative gaze and said coldly, “I’m waiting for you to come and get it.”
The coveted title: the outstanding class. Abbey, initially full of momentum, was suppressed by Myrna and ended up looking like a shrew. She was still unwilling to admit defeat and wanted to jab at Myrna a few more times, but Stephanie pulled her aside and gently said, “That’s enough, Abbey. The exam is about to start, stop making a fuss. Have you found your exam room yet? Let’s find the exam room first.”
Chapter 71: You Should Worry About Yourself
Abbey, unwilling to accept defeat, shouted at Myrna and the others, “You’re just lucky!”
Holding Stephanie’s hand, he lifted his chin proudly. “Stephie, let’s go.”
As Stephanie passed Myrna and her group, she gently smiled and whispered, “Sis, keep going, I believe in you. I’m waiting for your results.”
It was only after they had climbed the stairs that Rachel, pale-faced and looking sick, said, “What’s Stephanie’s deal? Why do I feel like her attitude is even more disgusting than Abbey’s, as if she’s certain you won’t do well on your test?”
“She kept saying she believed in you,” Rachel continued, “a simple ‘keep going, do your best’ would have sufficed. But no, she had to say ‘waiting for your exam results.’ It sounded as if she was waiting for a joke to unfold.”
Seeing the exam preparation bell was about to ring, Rachel still had much to say but no time. She patted Myrna’s shoulder, managed a smile, and encouraged, “Myrna, don’t feel pressured. No matter how you do, no one will blame you. Just do your best and perform at your normal level.”
Myrna said nonchalantly, “Hmm, I’ll try my best.”
Adrian, the last to leave the classroom, overheard Rachel cheering Myrna on. His mouth twitched, and he tugged at Rachel’s clothes, pulling her upstairs. “Let’s go, hurry up and find your own exam room. She doesn’t need you to worry about her. You’d better worry about yourself!”
Myrna, was there a need for them, these ordinary high school students, to worry?