Zhao Zhen looked at Bai Yifan's face in astonishment, rubbed his eyes hard with his hand.
Hmm, didn't see it wrong.
The boy in front of him was indeed his average high school classmate.
"Didn't expect to bump into a classmate here." Bai Yifan said with emotion while looking at Zhao Zhen, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder.
The arrival of the apocalypse meant he could never return to his high school days.
Zhao Zhen was short and very skinny, he was the top student in the class, consistently performing well in every exam.
Bai Yifan was similar, consistently at the bottom, always scoring the lowest in English.
There was some camaraderie between Bai Yifan and Zhao Zhen.
Every English test, there was a trade.
Bai Yifan treated Zhao Zhen to a meal and some milk powder, and Zhao Zhen let Bai Yifan copy his English test sheet.
Even so, Bai Yifan always remained at the bottom.
