The afternoon competition did not produce a dark horse.
Old Wu and the teachers from City No.1 High School all heaved a sigh of relief.
This time in the semifinals, the school had a maximum of 10 people advancing, and a minimum of 2.
This also let the students experience a true chaotic scene, and those who didn't pass had their sadness and disappointment written all over their faces. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, with no tempering from society, they wore their emotions unconsciously.
Before it got dark on the way back,
Xie Ying'an didn't care about others' gazes, pulling Qingran along as he walked out, leaving several seniors who wanted Qingran's WeChat trailing far behind.
This included Bai Wenxing from City No.1 High School.
The girl who always followed Bai Wenxing glanced at him standing stiffly in place, watching Qingran's leaving figure, and sneered, "A girl who is pretty and has good grades definitely has already been taken, how could it be anyone else's turn?"
