Xie Pinghuai looked a little pitiful at the moment.
He did not really hate his teacher.
He knew what was good for him. Xiao Yurong cared more about him than his own father. He punished him by getting him to copy books and asked him about his studies. It was all for his own good. He knew that.
He had indeed made progress recently and received a lot of praise. However, compared to others, he was still not good enough. He always made his teacher sigh.
Hearing that irritating teacher sigh, he felt uneasy. He always felt that he was too stupid and was not the same kind of person as his teacher.
Her foolish younger brother did not have the ability to understand Xiao Yurong's words. At this point... Xie Qiao really could not help him.
"You can copy another two years of books and you will understand by then. The road to knowledge is always hard at the beginning," Xie Qiao lied.
The truth was... it would always be hard.
