"Then it just so happens that Mathematics is your strong suit, and I guess your Chinese score could also go up a bit, couldn't you make further progress to, say, 630?" Chen Yuan asked with reverence.
After thinking for a while, Tang Siwen revealed a faint smile, propped his face with his left hand, lowered his head, and said modestly, "I'm not that amazing."
Chen Yuan: "..."
Which part of my previous statement was a compliment?
"Then I'm heading over."
"Mhm." Tang Siwen nodded and made a reservation for later, "Let's have lunch together at noon."
"Taking me for Cheng Haiying's backup, huh?"
"Is that not okay?"
"Of course it's not okay to be a backup in friendship… ah, you meant asking if it's okay to have lunch together?"
"Mhm." Tang Siwen nodded.
Alright, this guy is still a bit clueless.
"Then that's fine."
