"Ms. Wang isn't willing either, and she continues to belittle our family. I really don't understand what goes on in their heads. They lack intelligence and don't know how to distinguish right from wrong," scolded Jiang Caixiu's mother angrily, as if venting her frustration could somehow diminish her sense of failure.
However, she couldn't change the fact that Ms. Wang looked down on her. After all, she was the one who sought her out first, weakening her position.
Jiang Caixiu sighed, her expression reflecting displeasure. If Ms. Wang wasn't willing to help, what could he do? His confidence in the upcoming examination had dwindled, and the prospect of failure loomed large. Desperate for a shortcut, he contemplated the consequences of becoming an aged Elementary Scholar who might end up teaching in the village—a fate he found undesirable.
The more Jiang Caixiu pondered, the more aggrieved she felt.
