"Don't know, she's from the class next door."
Zhang Ningzhi said while occasionally glancing at the chemistry teacher on stage before continuing cautiously.
"Seems a bit pitiful."
Jiang Nian thought to himself that Zhizhi Baby was really kind-hearted, so he asked,
"Did you comfort her?"
"No." Zhang Ningzhi shook her head and whispered, "I'm afraid the more I comfort her, the harder she'll cry."
Jiang Nian: "...."
Indeed, Zhizhi was already one step into the top universities. If she keeps it steady, getting into a 985 isn't a problem.
Comforting others by discussing grades is just awkward.
Oh dear.....
"But I gave her a small bread roll," Zhang Ningzhi said, "It's delicious, my favorite flavor."
"That's good then." Jiang Nian nodded.
He didn't have much of a feeling about the hundred-day sprint; this was the true color of senior year, also a watershed moment.
