"Do you think Wang Yuezhi has grades as bad as yours—burning books and burying scholars? The math we're learning now doesn't feel difficult at all. It shouldn't be that hard for him, right?"
Chen Yuying was somewhat puzzled. Wang Yuezhi's grades were not much worse than hers, and these were not competition problems. How could ordinary homework questions possibly stump him?
"Should I go ask him what's wrong?"
"It's only right to care about classmates." Lin Li nodded, then immediately shouted, "Wang Yuezhi, are you okay?"
"I'm fine! Stop bothering me!!"
"Class monitor, he's fine. Extremely loudly fine, which means he's super fine—finer than fine." Lin Li reported back to Chen Yuying.
Chen Yuying: "..."
Something felt off.
"Also, class monitor, even though my grades aren't that great, calling me 'burning books and burying scholars' was a bit excessive. I ranked over four hundredth in the grade during last semester's finals, okay? You insulted not only me, but also the two hundred-plus students behind me! Class monitor, please apologize to me." Lin Li defended his honor.
Nansang Middle School's first year of senior high had twenty classes and nearly seven hundred students in total. Ranking over four hundredth really did put him somewhere in the lower middle.
"Fine, fine, fine~ Sorry." Chen Yuying apologized with a smile.
As for Wang Yuezhi, since he had said he was fine, then he was fine. Mainly because his sudden, completely unprompted act of throwing away his homework had felt like simple emotional instability. Better to let him sort himself out.
Her apology was soft and gentle, and Lin Li found it pleasant to hear—more pleasant than a rainy weekend night when friends invited him to queue up for games.
How was the class monitor not at all like some little fairy? She had