The boy’s voice, without a hint of fluctuation, sounded in everyone’s ears, and now everyone was certain, Bi Xia was really angry. But why was he so angry?
Everyone looked at each other in bewildernt. Isn’t their class in the first place? Aren’t they preparing hard for the final exams, striving to maintain their stable ranking?
Why... why say it like this...
Seeing the sowhat aggrieved and puzzled looks on everyone’s faces, ng Chi sighed softly and slowly said, "Class B has already started staying late to fight the study battle, they have group self-study sessions after school. Class C, which was previously Class D, rushes to the teachers’ office like crazy whenever they encounter a problem they don’t understand..."
"Last ti when we bet on the midterm exam results with Class D, we were indeed first, first in the grade. But we have to admit, how hard did we work for that, and now with what kind of attitude are we studying?"
"Back then, we fought with everything we had for a single breath, even turning down friends’ invitations to hang out after school. But let’s not kid ourselves, our previous efforts were truly lacking. If it weren’t for our top two, who took first and third in the grade respectively last ti, we might not have surpassed Class A."
"But now we’re different. Even though we’re Class H, everyone knows we’re the leaders of the first grade," ng Chi frowned and said solemnly, "But do you really think we’re the leaders?"
"Our school is different from other schools. Every exam, every activity is a war. When we were still Class H, we thought of catching up one class at a ti. But after becoming first, we must know there are seven classes behind us, watching us like tigers watching their prey, waiting for us to fall!"
"And now, we have all beco restless."
Seeing ng Chi’s gaze directed at them, his cold starry eyes softened slightly. Bi Xia sighed lightly and said flatly, "I know, to get where Class H is today, each of us has put in effort, effort we never even thought we would."
"But, my comrades, have you ever thought about why Olympic champions continue training non-stop after winning a gold dal? Because they know that if they slack off, tomorrow’s champion won’t be them. In that case, it’s not just the gold dal that’s lost, but also the expectations of many people who have placed their hopes in them!"
"Alright," Bi Xia nodded, "maybe you think, I’m not a champion, I don’t need that intense training, I’m still just a kid."
"Then let’s talk about sothing closer," his starry eyes slightly lowered, he took a deep breath, "Do you rember why you chose to be your leader in the first place?"
Faced with Bi Xia’s sudden question, everyone was taken aback. After a mont of silence, Wu Zhiyuan softly said, "Because we wanted to save Class H, your arrival gave us hope."
"When we felt what it was like to be respected, we... no longer wanted to throw it away. Even if we had ignored it for nearly a decade, we couldn’t care less about being respected. We didn’t want our parents to look at us with that ’why isn’t my child better’ expression anymore."
Lin Bin touched his computer in his backpack, "We wanted to win. We’re no worse than anyone else, but we had to carry the label of ’trash’. We were unwilling, but we were powerless."
"We wanted to win. When faced with bullying from other classes, we resisted. But when they called us ’trash class’ and said the whole world had given up on us, we suppressed all our anger and resistance. It was destiny that gave up on us..."
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