Lin Wan Yi was surrounded by excited classmates like a hero as she walked out of the classroom, with countless people holding notebooks asking for her autograph.
That evening, the title "North Battle God Notes" spread throughout all the universities in Beijing. The mimeograph club worked overnight to print more copies, and notes still fresh with ink fragrance circulated through various channels. In the student-organized black markets, the price of one copy of the notes skyrocketed from the original two cents to the equivalent of five pounds of national grain tickets, yet there was still no supply for the demand.
In the darkest corner of the library.
Su Jiaojiao sat alone. Outside the window, faint cheers from the Beijing University campus could be heard. In front of her was a thick old textbook, but her fingers were tightly clawing at the hardcover.
Again and again.
Even when the tough cover was clawed to shreds, and blood seeped into the nail beds, she felt nothing.
