In the morning, during the second exam, Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong handed in their papers half an hour early, again.
From the last seat in exam room 1, Chen Qian looked at their backs with a complex expression.
During the break after the previous exam, in order to discuss badminton, Chen Qian had expounded a mass of theories, laying a thorough groundwork, only to be defeated by Jiang Ning in just a few moves once they played.
Recalling that embarrassing scene, Chen Qian was filled with countless regrets:
"How much better it would have been if my mental calculations had been faster?"
"If only I could have calculated quickly enough, I could have predicted the shuttlecock's landing spot."
"Then, I could have struck through the stars!"
Defeating Jiang Ning, garnering infinite glory, having everyone look up to him in admiration, shouting his name, Chen Qian.
It would have shaken the entire Fourth Middle School.
Such were his reflections.
