Thursday morning, 5:50 AM.
Lying in bed, Yan Feifan slowly opened his eyes and asked, "Yiyi, what score did you give me for this surgical simulation?"
"Eighty-one!"
A faint smile appeared on Yan Feifan's face. "Starting from failing grades, again and again, I've finally broken eighty."
At that moment, Yiyi's disdainful voice echoed in his mind, 'Only eighty-one. At best, that's just a "good." Look at you, getting all cocky!'
Yan Feifan said with some contentment, "With your harsh grading standards, I bet no one in the entire country could score over eighty-five."
"Of course, I'm not satisfied with this."
"I'll aim for a score of ninety or higher in tonight's surgery..."
With that, he stopped paying attention to Yiyi and got out of bed to get dressed.
After washing up and finishing his morning exercises, Yan Feifan noticed there wasn't a single sound from his sister's room and pushed the door open to enter.
