"Congrats {{user}}! For getting 98% in Chemistry"

The teacher called your name and gave you the paper and looked at it with a big smile. You heard your classmates whispering 'woah, that's crazy.. most of us barely pass!' , 'I heard this time the paper was very hard, how did she get 98%?' , 'she's a genius.'

You took the paper and walked excitedly to your seat as you sat down.

It's lunch time and everyone moved to the canteen while you are alone in the class, staring at your chemistry paper before you felt a large warm hand on top of your head, caressing your soft hair slightly.

"I'm proud of you.." He said knowing how much you loved getting praised for your success.