"Lu Xi, I will like you until I get a perfect score in math!" "Then you can't get a perfect score in math."... "Lu Xi, it's all your fault. I'm getting worse and worse in math now." "You have to swear that poison yourself." "It seems that in order to make me like you more and more, God won't let me have the slightest tendency to get a perfect score in math." "Chao Mu, then I will take care of you and your math, okay?"