Zhuang Qiyan: "I feel like crying. I think I did badly. I was nervous the whole time, constantly feeling like I'd gotten some question wrong, but I didn't have time to check. I'm exhausted. I'll sleep first and estimate my score after I wake up."
Song He: "Can you sleep?"
Zhuang Qiyan: "I'm too upset to sleep. You're awful. I'll check the answers now."
One sentence from you left Zhuang Qiyan unable to sleep. Resentment Value +1000!
Song He was more optimistic than she was. When he had tutored Senior Sister Zhuang before, he could tell that her level had improved rapidly and that she had built a very solid foundation. Logically, she shouldn't have done badly.
Sometimes, the more a person understood, the more anxious they became. Take solving problems, for example. Top students saw through the traps hidden in every question. If they stumbled through the exam and felt that their performance had been poor, they would panic. In reality, their scores would not be low.
And poor students? They often felt good about themselves. They finished smoothly, believing everything had gone well, when in fact they had fallen into every trap in the paper. When the results came out, they were usually horrifying!
Song He silently flipped through his mathematics textbook. He had only studied a few pages when his phone vibrated again.
Zhuang Qiyan: "I've checked the answers! It's actually not bad!"
Song He: "How many points?"
Zhuang Qiyan: "I should be able to get into a lower-ranked 985 University. I bombed mathematics and only got 80. My other subjects were about the same as on the mock exam, so my final total is 570!"
Zhuang Qiyan: "My parents were just discussing paying to send me abroad to study. Looks like I won't need to now.