High school arrived quickly, and Jiang Linyuan and I ended up at the same school.
Neither of our grades was bad, so we were assigned to a top class.
The two of us were still desk mates.
The only difference was that this time, Dad was our homeroom teacher and math teacher.
Our interactions gradually grew less frequent.
On one hand, it was because Dad was our homeroom teacher. On the other, I had started to not know how to get along with him.
Back then, I found it strange. Whenever I sat beside him or met his gaze, I would think of the time in middle school when we listened to music together on an MP4 player.
Whenever I thought about it, my face would burn red. Forget calmly talking to him.
So I hugged my books and buried myself in studying all day, determined to work hard.
I was not particularly gifted academically, so my grades were not among the best in class. All I could do was study diligently.
Unfortunately, for some subjects, effort did not always bring equal rewards.
A semester passed quickly, and the final exam rankings were posted on the wall at the back of the classroom.
Jiang Linyuan looked at them casually, completely unconcerned.
I carefully searched from top to bottom for my name.
That time, Jiang Linyuan ranked third, while I was only average in the class.
My math score dragged me down badly. It was close to the bottom.
Because my math score lowered the average, our class's overall average was slightly below that of the top class next door, and we narrowly missed first place.
Some people in class whispered behind my back, saying that despite being the math teacher's daughter, my math grades were still so poor. They said