She glanced down at the time and decided to be bold, "Jimmy Simmons, what was your score on the last monthly exam?"
The topic changed abruptly, and Jimmy was still a bit slow to react.
But meeting Hannah's gaze, he still said, "It was okay."
"Okay?" Hannah continued to ask, "Is that not good?"
Jimmy never felt ashamed of his poor grades; in fact, sometimes he even took pride in them to mock those bookworms who only knew how to study.
Even if he ranked last, his family background was already something unattainable for others.
But facing Hannah, especially those clear eyes looking at him without any other emotions, just simple confusion.
That's what made it so hard to deal with.
This was the first time Jimmy couldn't proudly state his ranking at the very bottom.
"Jimmy, is it inconvenient to say?"
Another question.
"There's nothing inconvenient," Jimmy tugged at the corner of his mouth, unable to act tough, "It's just average."
