After Zhang Yu entered the examination room, she took out a cloth that she had prepared long ago and wiped the desk, then quietly looked out the window, waiting for the exam time to arrive.
Suddenly she saw a familiar face, and Zhang Yu was stunned. What's going on? Why is Zhao Xuan here?
Isn't she a science major? How could she be here? These two floors are examination rooms for liberal arts classes.
It's impossible that she went to the wrong floor; Zhao Xuan isn't that clueless. Moreover, Zhang Yu was sure that Zhao Xuan had just smiled at her.
Knowing that she was in a liberal arts class and not showing any signs of panic meant that Zhao Xuan knew this was a liberal arts examination place.
A sudden thought flashed through Zhang Yu's mind. Could it be possible that she also chose the liberal arts class? If that's the case, the butterfly effect is huge.
"Interesting." Zhang Yu found it really interesting.
