In the house full of junk, Qin Zhixue lay on the bed in despair without a job. He could also hear the painful screams from another room.
Qin Zhixue didn't know how he had led his life like this.
Everything seemed to have gone back to more than ten years ago. At that time, he was so poor that he did not even have any living expenses left. The old lady praised him for being smart and sensible all day long. She boasted to her relatives and friends that not only did he get into a university, but he also had a generous scholarship. He could even rely on his own ability to earn all his expenses outside. It made him miserable.
His roommates were all wearing branded clothes. Even if they were in a bad situation, they would not live like him. Even during their breaks, they had to be tutored by those students. Moreover, those children from rich families were very difficult to control. He did not do a good job as a tutor.
