Li Miao began doing her homework, chatting as she wrote, "The curriculum at Shengyang progresses so quickly, and the teaching methods are kind of sadistic. If you're even slightly behind, you can't hope to pass without studying until three or four in the morning, especially since the teaching material compiled by the school itself is super difficult—learning it gives me a headache."
Qiao Yun paused, then pursed her lips and said, "It's quite simple. I think it's elementary school level."
"Then I must be at kindergarten level."
Li Miao complained quietly, "Whoever came up with this teaching material must be a super sadistic old geezer, looking to get a twisted sense of satisfaction by squeezing the students dry."
Qiao Yun looked at her with a complicated expression, "It's not an old geezer."
Li Miao indifferently nodded, "Alright then, it must be a wrinkly-faced obasan."
Qiao Yun: "..."
It's so hard to make friends.
