"I did my best."
Fu Ying had secretly looked up University B, one of the top universities in the country.
That was where Shen Liguang graduated from, and she feared her score of over 200 wouldn't even catch his eye.
Indeed, getting a combined 200 in several subjects was too embarrassing for her to speak out.
"Are you about to enter the second year of high school?"
He suddenly asked.
"Yes, I will be in the second year after the summer break."
Shen Liguang stared at her, tilting his head, his eyes allure and piercing.
Fu Ying felt her throat dry and coarse under his gaze.
"Have you decided whether to choose arts or sciences?"
"Arts, I am a bit better at humanities," Fu Ying's voice was soft, with her scores, saying "a bit better" was hard to believe, she added, "better than sciences."
Shen Liguang nodded: "Keep it up."
Fu Ying: "..."
He said it so seriously, there was no hint of jest in his tone, he was truly encouraging her.
