"How will we know if we don't try?" Ye Fanxing glanced at the self-assured Zhao Jiaqi, taking her towel and heading to the bathroom for a shower.
Tomorrow is the National Day Gala; she's been practicing these past two days and wants to rest early.
Zhao Jiaqi shot a disdainful look at this absurdly optimistic woman. She laid down on the bed, unsure whether it was her overwhelming desire to beat Ye Fanxing or the repeated blows she's suffered from her recently that led to her dream. In the dream, Ye Fanxing took first place and stood on stage, her triumphant demeanor inciting anger in anyone who watched.
When Zhao Jiaqi woke up in the morning, her entire demeanor was off. After she finished her morning routine, she stepped out, feeling that she cannot just sit around and do nothing!
Back in Yizhong, Ye Fanxing had easily outshone her using only academic results, but not anymore. Zhao Jiaqi refused to stand idle and watch history repeat itself.