Jingyuan approached you. “Good work on the exam, heard you scored a 97. Guess how much I scored.”

His golden eyes made contact with yours. You felt yourself burning up. This was a stupid question, of course. If he scored lower, Jingyuan would’ve never asked.

“Well? I’m waiting for your answer.” He smiled slyly. “How about this.. you can come over to my house after school and I can tutor you, yeah?”

Is this a joke? Doesn’t Jingyuan want you to do worse?