With a "snap," the pencil Jiang Cheng was using to draw broke on the paper.
He looked up, the cold glint behind his glasses sending shivers down one's spine.
"What did you say?"
His tone was calm yet enough to instill fear.
The person beside him quickly covered another's mouth.
"No no, Brother Cheng, don't listen to this kid's nonsense."
Jiang Cheng shifted his gaze back and casually flicked the broken lead off the paper.
"Who is number one?"
"I....."
"I don't have the patience to ask a third time," Jiang Cheng added.
"It's, it's Zhou Wenqi from class eight!"
The Zhou Wenqi mentioned by the boy wasn't anyone ordinary; he was the class representative of class eight, known among teachers and students for his academic excellence.
Jiang Cheng had seen him; at the opening ceremony, he'd been bested by a single point and had his chance to speak taken away by him.
Now once again...
