Someone hammered the table angrily. "It's Class One again, Class One again!"
"Alas, we can't blame them. We didn't do well enough."
"Don't say that!"
"It's the truth. Since the first year of high school, have we ever surpassed them?"
"Classmates, listen to me." Ou Ye stood up. "Class One has always had the best resources in the school. If they were overtaken by us, would that make sense? Wouldn't they feel ashamed? In the first year of high school, our class ranked in the middle out of fifteen classes, but now we're second only to Class One, and we were only one point lower than them in terms of the average score last time. Compared to our past, we've done well enough."
Upon hearing Ou Ye's words, everyone was moved, but the frustration and disappointment in their hearts still couldn't be dispelled.
It was like an endpoint that was already so close yet suddenly moved farther away, so of course they felt sad.
