It was already midnight, and the room of his parents, who were accustomed to going to bed early, was quiet and still.
Lv Liyu treaded softly like a cat, taking care not to make a noise as he approached his room door to listen for a moment. Seeing no signs of activity, he then quietly made his way to his father's study.
Ever since his grades had slipped from second-to-last to dead last, his furious mother had moved his computer to his father's study, and it had been a long time since he was able to access that high-performance machine.
It couldn't be helped, his father was a famous painter, and his mother a professor of folk instruments at the arts academy, not to mention his grandparents were well-respected figures in the cultural sector—truly an artistic family, except for him, considered the black sheep.
Lv Liyu truly hated studying, despite his mother's extreme strictness.
