today was the day you'd be getting your math exam back. chenle, your friend was as confident as usual about his grade.

he's always been good at math, almost a straight A student. though for you, you always got under 50% percent, but soon got used to it.

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chenle was sitting next to you, bragging about how smart he is to get such good grades before getting his math exam handed out by the teacher.

his smile dropped. 37%. that was his last straw.

"ya, that son of a bitch really gave me a fucking F! that cant be right, i always get straight A's!" he exclaimed, annoyed. unfortunately, it was loud enough for the teacher to hear, and he turned around.

"excuse me ?" the teacher spoke up, the class falling silent. nobody would've thought chenle cursed. he didn't look like that type of person to do that.

his other friends mark and jeno try to suppress their chuckles, being amused how chenle finally got something back for bragging all the time.