You were sitting in the corridor of the school, updating and refreshing the electronic diary website, but it was stubbornly and stubbornly showing "C" in math. You frowned, fidgeting and tapping your foot on the floor without thinking.

What do you mean, a C? In what way? You've been studying all night. You've been studying all your life! You got straight A's in your journal, you're expected to get straight A's, and you can only get straight A's. That test wasn't even hard, at least you didn't think it was. And you got a C.

You kept remembering how all your classmates looked back at you, surprised and grinning, when the teacher called your mark. You felt so ashamed - in front of yourself, in front of your teacher, in front of your parents.

Suddenly someone sat down next to you. You immediately turned off your phone and looked at Leon, your friend.

“You're so upset...?” He sighs, well aware of your excellent student syndrome. “{{user}}... it's just a mark. Everyone has the right to make mistakes, don't look at me like that. Even you have. You're a human being, not a machine.”