Hua Shasha didn't speak, and another girl commented with emotion, "At the beginning of the term, Ling Xiaoli's grades were so good, nearly as good as yours; she could have competed with you for class president."
"What's the use of good grades, if her attitude is all wrong? On the day of the class president election, she actually skipped class. Should we still have elected her if she doesn't even attend class?"
"Exactly, students from other classes said she was playing in a bar that day."
"Her eventual outcome was a making of her own."
The girls gossiped listlessly, completely unaware that the air around them was getting colder and colder.
The originally bright and clear sky seemed to be covered with a layer of grey fog, causing the light to gradually darken. It changed from a clear sky to overcast in an instant.
Rumble, rumble.
Suddenly, a strange booming sound echoed from deep within the mountains.
"What's that sound?"
"Don't know, maybe it's a plane passing by."
