Xue Xiaohua still found it hard to study in school. She realized that if she didn't learn what her teacher had taught her in advance, it would be no different from listening to the heavenly book.
Flipping through those obscure and difficult to understand words, especially when he had to memorize them over and over again, it was a tongue-twisting experience.
Xue Xiaohua was very angry. Why didn't those old masters and scholars say something nice? why did they have to be so insensible? were they deliberately making things difficult for him?
Therefore, after school, everyone was playing in the open space outside. Only Xue Xiaohua remained silent with his cheeks puffed up. He stared angrily at the textbook in his hand, as if he was going to swallow it whole.
Xiao Yichen had been observing Xue Xiaohua's behavior all this while. When he saw her reaction, he put down the book in his hand and asked, ""Sheng 'er, what's going on?"
