Despite Qin Ruohan's comment, Ye Caitang could not help but fidget again. Qin Ruohan ordered in a hoarse voice,
"No more fidgeting."
A deep and charming voice rang from above her head. Ye Caitang hurriedly stayed still like a statue.
Qin Ruohan lowered his head and glanced at Ye Caitang's furrowed brows. "What are you worried about?" He asked as he acutely sensed Ye Caitang's uneasiness.
Ye Caitang hesitated for a moment and parted her red lips silently:
"I'm worried about my studies."
She could not tell Qin Ruohan the truth, so she told him a half-truth.
"The school's term test is in 10 days. My hands are injured, so I can't go to school."
"I'm afraid that my results for the term test will not be good."
"You will be afraid that your results won't be good?" Qin Ruohan smiled faintly. "I remember that you scored zero in all the subjects in the past. No matter how bad your results are, you will—at most—score zero again."