Lihua stared at her math test result with tears in her eyes. She thought she wouldn't have to face it, at least today. But it was a test with fewer students, so the evaluation didn't require much time.
"Lihua! How much did you score?" Meng Ya came to her side.
She peeked at her test result, and her brow twitched.
"Don't cry, Lihua. It's only twenty-four marks less than mine…"
"Which is eleven," she bumped her head on the desk. "I am screwed, Yaya."
Meng Ya, who had barely passed by her thirty-five marks out of a hundred for the test, felt sympathetic. Lihua, on the other side, scored a bright eleven, which was as good as to say that she scored nothing.
"Does that mark exist?" Fu Renshu, aka Hao Ziruo, craned his neck and asked.
Meng Ya glared at him. "I passed!"
"Barely," his mouth twitched.
"Passing is what matters," she harrumphed.
"No. Passing with GOOD MARKS is what matters."
