Following a soft, exasperated sigh, “I don't care about my friend's grade.” If Jingyi wants to fail his class, that's his own damn fault.

Sizhui will very likely do both of those things but right now, standing here in Jiang Cheng's classroom, watching him drop into his chair, listening to him groan like he does, there's only one thing on his mind and it certainly isn't anything appropriate. He swallows, careful to not choke on his candy by accident, splays both hands as he leans on the desk. “Have you eaten at all today, professor Jiang?” That isn't quite his concern either, but better to not sound too desperate yet.