The math teacher said, "Being proud is a good thing. It means that you're very good. Some people have nothing to be proud of."
Ye Qingran frowned. "But I only did well in this test. How can I..."
The teacher interrupted her. "If you can do well once, it means that you can get good score in every exam."
The other students were speechless.
Ma'am, you didn't say that just now.
The teacher was being unreasonable with her favorite student.
Ye Qingran smiled, "Ma'am, since you think so highly of me, then I'll try."
Mu Qingxue held her test paper tightly and looked at Ye Qingran resentfully.
She couldn't control the hatred in her heart. She wished that Ye Qingran would disappear from this world..
After class, many students surrounded Ye Qingran, wanting to know how she had improved her grades so quickly.
A little overwhelmed, she lied that her stomach ached and fled.
