By day, textbooks and test papers bombarded them in a relentless wave. In the evening, five desks pushed together in the study room resembled a miniature tactical command post.
Shen Jingyan's draft paper was always covered in writing at lightning speed. Complex formulas flowed smoothly from his pen like running water, and occasionally he would slide the paper over to Jiang Shengyan.
Jiang Shengyan felt her scalp tingle, secretly thanking her lucky stars that she had tackled some competition-level problems over the summer, giving her a foundational grasp of the question types.
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