In the senior year classrooms of City No. 1 High School, the air was as heavy as lead.
Mu Qingxue gripped her pen, but her fingertips were ice-cold, and fine beads of cold sweat soaked her palms.
These were chemistry formulas she knew inside and out, yet now they distorted into ferocious symbols before her eyes, refusing to connect into any logical sequence in her mind.
Chapter 37