Listening to Hu Yi and the others passionately discussing beauties, Song Anjing suddenly felt a bit down and silently bit the milk straw.
Qin Xin noticed this and gave Song Anjing her favorite braised chicken leg: "What's wrong?"
Song Anjing muttered with a nasal tone: "Xinxin, I feel so useless... I can't help you with anything and haven't improved at all. At this time during the all-round competition, I realized just how incompetent I am. Last year's final exam, I only got 100 points because of your materials. Now they've changed the questions and I'm dumbfounded, I'm so embarrassed..."
Qin Xin smiled: "Silly, learning has no end. Last time you scored 100 because of your own ability. I gave you the materials, but the materials won't write themselves on your paper; you had to digest and absorb them to answer the questions. You know your shortcomings, and if you keep working hard, you can score 100 next time too."
