In the morning.
The enthusiasm of the classmates was still high.
During the break, several more people came to sign up. Zhao Yi conscientiously noted down their names. As time passed, more people began to ask about the selection process.
Zhao Yi had mentioned the selection yesterday.
The whole senior year knew that to get into the 'Competition Team', you had to pass a selection process, but there were no details about the selection yet.
At the end of the third morning class, Sun Liang came into the classroom with a frustrated look. He shouted out loud, "Zhao Yi, do you know what people are saying?"
"They're saying I will definitely make it into the competition team. They're saying you're only letting your friends in. It's absolutely infuriating!"
"Do they look down on me? Are they saying I'm in because of favoritism?"
Sun Liang's voice was full of indignation, "I've already said, you're not that kind of person. Even if I do get in, it's definitely because of my abilities!"