Qian Zhuye excitedly followed along.
Sang Zhi stood his ground, his hands clasped behind his back. "I'm not going."
Ye Qianning looked back at him.
"I failed this month's exam. I have to go back and study."
Hearing this, Ye Qianning turned and walked back to him. "Your grades are already great. What's there to study? Kids should be doing fun things."
Sang Zhi shook his head.
Qian Zhuye looked at him in disbelief. "You really failed?"
Sang Zhi didn't say anything, his young face turning stern.
"No way. It's normal for me to fail, but it's not normal for you. I remember you've been first in every monthly exam since we started school. How could you suddenly fail?"
Sang Zhi's little face was tense, his lips sealed as if glued shut.
'I've never seen such a sullen child,' Ye Qianning thought, feeling conflicted. 'He won't even say anything when he's been wronged.'
