Desk-mate Yang Xue, upon hearing Zhang Li's words, immediately understood, "Right, we need to study hard."
"Your grades could actually be good enough to get into an even better school if you put in a bit more effort."
Yang Xue knew Zhang Li's grades were decent; it was just that the death of her parents had taken its toll on her.
"You too, let's work hard together." Zhang Li picked up a workbook and started grinding through problems.
The original owner had bought a lot of revision materials that had gone unused, but now that they were in her hands, she certainly wouldn't let them go to waste.
Really, with so many blank workbooks at home untouched, why still go out and buy more? If she hadn't gone out to buy them, wouldn't she have been spared from this mess?
While furiously tackling problems, Zhang Li's mind wandered. Yang Xue knew her desk-mate was working on problems, but she didn't expect her to be that fast.
