The entire kitchen was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
After all, compared to before, Jiang Lai was much more open and lively. She used to be sensitive and fragile, a mere glance from someone could send her into a spiral of overthinking for half the day. But now, Jiang Qiuhe could joke around with her without any reservations, as Jiang Lai would always give as good as she got, never holding anything back.
"Cough cough, math, how many points in math, a hundred... a hundred and eighteen?!"
Jiang Qiuhe widened his eyes and looked carefully at the test paper in his hand again, making sure there was indeed a one in front of the eighteen. Then he saw that the scores on the back were all strikingly red, with almost every question being full marks. The entire paper was clear and neat, pleasing to the eye.
Jiang Qiuhe not having good grades didn't mean he hadn't attended school; he knew perfectly well what these scores meant.
