That evening, Xue Xiaying and Xue Rui sat side-by-side on the sofa, soaking their feet.
Xue Rui held a notebook of study notes for each subject, compiled by Gu Muxue, and was diligently reviewing them.
As the old saying goes, it's never too late to sharpen your spear before a battle—even if it doesn't get sharp, at least it'll be shiny.
Besides, Gu Muxue hadn't come to see him for the past two days, and they barely chatted online. Every morning, she would just send him a message: "You can do it. Don't be nervous."
And just now, she had sent another: "Get some good rest."
'Gu Muxue managed to drag a slacker like me to the top of our grade,' Xue Rui thought. 'If that girl became a teacher, she'd definitely be one of the best.'
Bored, Xue Xiaying idly picked up a white-covered notebook from the sofa with "Math" written on it. She found that the notes inside were incredibly detailed, complete with classic problems for all sorts of question types...
