Looking through each one, surprisingly, they were all first prizes and excellent student awards, and the name on them was actually Song Weidong.
Su Xiaoxiao was a bit dumbfounded.
Wasn't he supposed to be an academic underachiever like her? Who knew he was actually a fake underachiever.
The original owner's poor grades were genuinely poor, but Song Weidong's were clearly deliberate.
In his old high school, he was first in his grade every year; how could he suddenly be at the bottom after transferring?
It was obvious he must have done it on purpose.
Su Xiaoxiao was staring at the awards on the wall in a daze when the door was suddenly knocked on twice lightly.
She quickly cracked the door open, Song Weidong's face immediately turned to the side, and he squeezed a set of clothes through the gap: "These clothes belong to my mom, just make do with them for now."
