What’s wrong with the man?

W: How about your exam?
M: I failed again.
W: Why? Did you oversleep again?
M: No, I didn’t.
W: Then, what’s wrong with you?
M: Oh, I can’t tell you.
W: Tell me. Maybe I can help you.
M: Nobody can help me.
W: Don’t say things like that. Tell me your trouble. We are good friends, aren’t we?
M: Yes. It’s something like this. This time, I made full preparations, but Smith told me he could get perfect marks. I decided to copy his paper and I did copy, though not completely. It turned out that his marks were lower than mine. And we both failed.
W: It serves you right.