Su Qingluo sat on the small stool, excited as she watched the race, and whispered into Wang Meng's ear with a grin.
"What do you think? Are you interested? Do you want to go to the academy and study, and then in a few years, get into Mingshui Academy and participate in the dragon boat race?"
"Not interested!"
Wang Meng poured cold water on her enthusiasm without giving any face, extinguishing her rare gossiping heart.
Wang Meng loved martial arts but not literature, and he made great progress in his martial arts training. But when it came to reading and writing, he would be evasive and find it unbearable.
Because of this, he had not attended an academy even though he was already eight years old.
Every day, under the supervision of his little master Su Qingluo, he reluctantly learned to write a few characters, mostly perfunctory.
