Just before school let out, Zhu Xiangxiang's desk mate Wu Jiajia secretly came over and whispered to her, "Xiangxiang, is Ming Jing really good at studying? I saw on the forum that she got full marks on the math quizzes."
Zhu Xiangxiang's hand, which was packing her textbooks, paused, then she nonchalantly said, "Really? Ming Jing has always been smart."
Laughter came from the seat behind her, "You guys actually believe it? It's just a quiz, not a formal exam, with the learning atmosphere in Class 8. No one cares if you use your phone to copy answers. It's already fermented on the forum. Don't you think it's strange? Xiangxiang, your cheap little sister is not simple at all. She knows how to create hype for herself."
The one who spoke was one of Zhu Xiangxiang's best friends, Huang Yue.
Zhu Xiangxiang frowned, "Don't talk nonsense, Ming Jing is not that kind of person."