"Huh?" Lu Xiaoyu was taken aback by Lu Xun's words.
She couldn't help but recall the times when she was studying, if there was a problem she couldn't solve, she would be sitting at her desk, racking her brains, on the verge of biting her pen in half. At those times, her brother would sit by her side and gently say:
"Don't know how to do it? Let me teach you!"
Of course, this memory only lasted until high school.
Because after that, Lu Xun couldn't solve the problems either.
Who would have thought that the peak of many people's learning, the most knowledgeable time, would be the third year of high school?
Expecting a college graduate to coach a high school student, isn't that ridiculous!?
However, in Lu Yu's memory, her brother indeed taught her a lot.
Not just school subjects, even life skills such as cooking, were mostly taught by her brother.
