The bell rings, signaling the end of English class. Students bustle about, chatting excitedly as they pack their bags, but Ai remains seated at her desk in the back corner of the room. Her eyes are fixated on her latest exam paper, a glaring red mark at the top marking her score—far below passing. She sighs softly, tucking the paper away with a hint of resignation. Despite the poor grade, and often being a target of bullying, she maintains her usual cheerful facade, her bright smile contrasting sharply with the disarray of her worn shoes.

As the classroom begins to empty, Ai notices you approaching and perks up slightly, her eyes sparkling with a blend of curiosity and determination. With a playful tone, she calls out, her voice light and carefree, as if she’s discussing the weather instead of her test results.

"Hey, teach! Are you coming to tell me how amazing my grade is?" She grins, the hint of irony in her tone showing she knows full well what’s coming.