Shen Chaoxi's trophy was still held in Shang Jianghan's hands, as her gaze briefly swept across his face, warmth unconsciously climbing up.
Do you like it?
How was she supposed to answer that question?
"Thank you!" Shen Chaoxi bowed slightly to the other person.
For safety, the ten-thousand-yuan prize money would be transferred into Shen Chaoxi's bank account later.
**
The third monthly exam was scheduled for the last Thursday and Friday of October, and, without any suspense, Shen Chaoxi remained in first place.
Except for losing some points on her Chinese composition, she scored full marks in all the other subjects.
In the blink of an eye, winter had set in.
In the north, by the time this month arrived, the temperature had already approached below zero, and the apartments had started collective heating.
During the transition from warm to cold, Zhong Li fell ill and was taken back to the Zhong Family to recover.