This was a massive project. By the time the "Extraterrestrial Vocabulary Album" reconstruction was complete, Duan Mingyuan was drenched in sweat. The high school curriculum now was several times harder than when he was in high school.
"Thank you."
Yang Ping hesitated for a long time before he murmured.
He had prepared himself for a scolding from his parents when he got home, but he hadn't expected Mr. Mingyuan to patiently sit down and help him clean up the mess.
Finally, just before saying goodbye, he mustered the courage. "Mr. Mingyuan, why did you choose this path?"
But as soon as he asked the question, Yang Ping's gaze drifted away.
He felt that the man before him might be the only person in the world who could answer the questions in his heart. He had tried to bring it up with his parents before but only received a "Go do your homework" in reply.
