Lu Mian tidied up the test papers for a moment before glancing up at him.
"You've improved a bit," she said indifferently.
Pang Hao was overjoyed, covering his mouth to keep his voice down as he offered up his suggestion like a prized treasure, "Brother Mian, you can copy from me, I'll just leave my test paper like this."
As he spoke, he pulled his test paper to the edge of the desk, perfectly positioned so that Lu Mian seated behind could easily see and copy from it.
Lu Mian, supporting her forehead with her left hand, spoke in a light and somewhat helpless tone, "You should probably check this 1.2-point physics paper of yours again..."
"..." Pang Hao's expression resembled the end of the world, "I wrote so much."
"Yeah, so the 0.2 points are for effort."
Pang Hao looked at his mostly filled test paper—in disbelief, last time he got 12 points, and now just 1.2?
With tearful eyes, he sought help, "Brother Mian, what do you think the answer to the first question is?"
