After being coached by Wen Yizhou, Shen Ruoxi's grades rapidly improved.
Wen Yizhou, looking up at the high-hanging list on the wall, a smile of delight appeared in his eyes.
"Congratulations, Shen the great designer, you're the top of the list again," Wen Yizhou praised her generously.
Shen Ruoxi piled a smile on her face and reached out her hand, "It's all thanks to Teacher Wen."
Wen Yizhou tugged at the corner of his mouth, foregoing any more pleasantries, and sincerely exclaimed, "You're no longer that little girl who used to cry over failed exams."
When those embarrassing incidents were brought up, the smile at the corner of Shen Ruoxi's mouth stiffened, and she patted his shoulder helplessly, "It's been three years since that happened, why bring it up now!"
She had drunk herself silly and experienced social death in front of Wen Yizhou; so many years had passed and she had almost forgotten about it.
