Meng Lan did not want Jian Xi to think that she was being a little arbitrary, so she gave him the task of arranging the picnic items.
However, Jian Xi did not have much talent for this kind of color matching. After he tried it, he sighed and said, "You should do it. I'm sure the votes will be very low if I do it."
Meng Lan did not care about the number of votes. She knew that Jian Xi would subconsciously put himself down and smiled. "As long as we're happy with the picnic, the votes don't mean anything."
Jian Xi was stunned when he heard this. Did it not mean anything?
What he had heard the most since he was young was that grades meant everything. As long as the grades were good, nothing else mattered.
One year, he made a greeting card for his mother on Mother's Day, but it was directly thrown into the trash can. His mother said, "If you can get first place in school, it'll be the best Mother's Day gift."
