No matter the outcome, she was a loser.
She had stayed at Lanca Academy for so long, but the dean had not said anything about wanting to keep her. She felt the sort of humiliation that cut at her face like a knife.
The dean was long gone. Tong Xieyi suddenly vented all her anger on the password lock. "Ah!"
It was as if not solving the combination lock was an admission of her failure and that she was inferior to Sheng Yang.
After staying at Lanca Academy for so long, her presence was actually inferior to a new teacher who had only been here for a month.
'Is hard work more important or talent?'
Before meeting Sheng Yang, she felt that she was talented—even when she was up against Tong Qin. But now, she had never felt so small.
An hour passed before she unlocked the first of the nine locks. Beads of sweat pattered on the floor like raindrops.
Two more hours passed. She was stuck on the second lock. Her body drooped.
