Sister, can I be a maid too?

Oh dear, looks like I bombed the exam.

The students in the class had all followed Zhang Shufang for three years, and they obviously understood what this commotion meant.

The soft chatter suddenly stopped, and everyone lowered their heads in perfect unison, pretending to be engrossed in their books.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Shufang slammed the exam paper heavily on the podium, her voice laced with suppressed anger:

"Keep chatting! Why did you stop? I could hear the liveliest chatter from our class in the hallway!"

"Is it useful to pretend now? We're all smiles and laughter all the time, but our true colors will be revealed during exams! Should we wait until the day before the college entrance exam to start pretending?"

The classroom was completely silent; even the rustling sound of turning pages had vanished.

She scanned the audience, their heads bowed low, her tone growing increasingly stern:

"In this monthly exam, our class not only failed to improve, but a considerable number of students even showed signs of regression!"

As Master Zhang lectured from the platform, Jiang Yubai kept his head bowed low, but he felt quite relaxed.

After all, he was aware of his own grades; his math and physics were consistently strong, but his Chinese and English...

We're already at the bottom, so no matter which way we go, it's upwards.

Anyway, this reprimand shouldn't involve me. I just need to wait for Master Zhang to finish venting her anger, and then I can—

"Jiang Yubai, come up here."

...?

Jiang Yubai was a beat slow to look up, and was momentarily stunned.

No, why did they ask me to go up there?

He hesitated as he stood up, only to see Master Zhang push up her glasses, her gaze still fixed on the list in her hand.

"Lin Tingwan, come up too."

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"Lin Tingwan, come up too."

As she said this, Master Zhang seemed afraid that Lin Tingwan hadn't heard her clearly, and waved her hand again.

As Jiang Yubai stood up, he subconsciously looked at his deskmate, feeling a million thoughts racing through his mind.

No, I just said there shouldn't be any problem, why are you calling me out now?

You only asked me, why did you drag Lin Tingwan into it too?

Could it be... that the time during the typhoon was discovered when I pretended to make a phone call?

He subconsciously wanted to signal Lin Tingwan to pretend she hadn't heard, but saw that the girl had already quietly stood up, walked to his side, and raised her small face.

Their eyes met, and Jiang Yubai blinked, giving her a reassuring look before turning and leading the others onto the stage.

This series of small actions may seem numerous, but to the students below the stage, it was merely Jiang Yubai pausing slightly before the two of them stood by the podium.

"Teacher Zhang."

Jiang Yubai said respectfully.

There's no way around it; I can usually laugh and joke around, but this time I can't be impolite.

Who knows why their homeroom teacher called them up here...?

But Zhang Shufang nodded, her tone surprisingly softening:

"Here, I would like to give special praise to Jiang Yubai and Lin Tingwan."

"Looking at math alone, Lin Tingwan improved by 23 points compared to the last monthly exam. And according to other teachers, Jiang Yubai's Chinese and English scores have also improved significantly recently."

As she spoke, her gaze swept across the audience:

"This is the original intention of the school in setting up study groups—changing seats is not so that you can play together, but so that you can encourage each other and make progress together."

"Some students not only fail to learn from each other's strengths and make up for their weaknesses, but also collude with each other to do wrong. You copy my homework and I copy yours. Do you think others won't notice?!"

While Master Zhang continued her lecture, Jiang Yubai finally felt relieved.

It turns out it was a compliment... That's terrifying!

After saying a few more words, Master Zhang adjusted her glasses and handed over the two exam papers:

"You did well on the test, keep it up... You should teach Lin Tingwan a little more about the questions she got wrong, that's good."

"Okay~"

Jiang Yubai took the test paper in a lighthearted tone, and then led Lin Tingwan back to their seats.

"Students whose names are called, come up and get your test papers."

Master Zhang's tone turned cold again:

"The first one is Zhang Zebin."

A boy with a bitter expression stood up from the back seat and slowly walked up to the podium, seemingly aware that his grades were not ideal.

Master Zhang slammed the exam paper in front of him, her expression menacing:

"I've explained this conic section problem so many times! We just went over the exact same type of question, and you still...?"

The speech on stage continued, but Jiang Yubai's mind had already wandered off.

He glanced at the wrong answers and then ignored them, instead taking out his notebook, writing a line, and handing it over:

"How are you? Are you alright?"

Lin Tingwan turned her head slightly, looked at the draft for a while, and then slowly reached out and took it.

Jiang Yu waited and waited, but received no response for a long time, which made him a little puzzled.

Could it be that he seems fine on the surface, but is actually starting to withdraw into himself?

His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively turned his head to look—

Lin Tingwan was looking down, staring intently at the draft paper in her hand.

This doesn't seem like autism, does it?

But what's so interesting about a draft notebook? Why take so long to look at it... It's just a sentence written on it.

Just as she was wondering, Lin Tingwan seemed to have finished reading the current page, and with her fingertip, she gently turned the page forward.

I turned the page forward...

Jiang Yu blinked.

Forward?!

Only then did he belatedly realize what she was looking at, and his eyes widened suddenly.

—This is the chat history he left in his notebook when he and Lin Jianxia were passing notes!

Holy crap, is this even watchable?!

Jiang Yubai instinctively wanted to retrieve the notebook, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know how to start.

Go ask for it directly? That would be like protesting too much...

But thinking about it carefully, there's really nothing shameful about it; it's mostly just casual conversation.

For example, conversations like "What do you want to eat for dinner?" or "So-and-so and so-and-so in our class seem to be dating" are essentially the same as what you talk about on your way to school.

But if you scroll back further, you'll probably find the records from the very beginning.

At that time, Lin Jianxia was still taking his younger sister's place at school, and he would constantly ask 'Lin Tingwan' questions like, 'What does your sister like?' and 'What are your sister's hobbies?'...

But Lin Jianxia, ​​in order to make it seem more convincing, answered all the questions in detail.

Jiang Yubai slapped himself in the face, suddenly feeling a sense of despair.

Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just... unusually social.

He could only pray that Lin Tingwan was just curious and would forget about it after seeing it.

Besides... anyway, Lin Jianxia is there to keep me company through this ordeal, so thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so unbearable.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yubai's discomfort suddenly eased considerably.

That's just how it is sometimes.

When you're alone, it feels like the sky is falling, but when someone is there to share the burden with you, that feeling of the sky falling suddenly transforms into another subtle thought—

Hey, she seems to be in a worse situation than me.jpg

That's how Jiang Yubai feels right now.

He glanced at Lin Tingwan, who was still intently looking at the draft, and his mood suddenly improved.

Well, it's probably too late to get it now, but as long as there are people worse off than me, that's fine.

But before he could even enjoy it for two minutes, the notebook was handed to him again.

"fine."

After staring at the two words for a long time, Jiang Yubai finally realized what they meant.

This is a response to the previous paragraph.

He picked up his pen and replied:

"It's alright. If there's anything you're not used to or feel uncomfortable about, be sure to tell me immediately."

After hesitating for a moment, I added another sentence:

"Um, was Tingwan just looking at our previous chat history?"

He'll have to talk to Lin Jianxia about this draft later; he wouldn't dare call Wanwan openly.

The draft was handed over, but it was returned shortly afterward.

"Yes, my sister looks very happy."

Looking at this line of text, Jiang Yubai blinked, never expecting Lin Tingwan's first reaction to be this.