Grades are always a thorn in the heart of students. Beibei is not the kind of outstanding student. He has to study very hard every time to barely reach the average level of the class. Maybe it was because of her grades that she always felt inferior and unwilling to communicate with others. Even when she was called to answer questions in class, her face would turn red and she couldn't hold back a word for a long time. At this time, she would be very envious of Sunan. Textbooks seemed to be just child's play to him. He could easily get the first place in the class even if he chatted with Beibei every day. In the speech competition, he could talk in front of the audience without stage fright. Maybe this was why the teacher put him in the front row. Beibei sniffed, the faint smell of camphor was intoxicating.