Fu Siying stood at the school gate, dressed in a black and white navy-style uniform, a bag of milk dangling from her mouth as she sipped it casually, her face devoid of any expression.
Then she glanced up at the four characters of Jiaochuan High School, her dark eyes flickered, and she grabbed the carton of milk in her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, and then tossed it effortlessly. The squished milk box flew in a perfect arc and landed precisely in the trash can a meter away.
She exhaled a long breath—it was fucking ridiculous.
Who would have thought she'd get a second shot at high school in her lifetime, and go through five years of college entrance exams and three years of practice tests again.
