"In a few days it will be Old Master Zhao's birthday, and you'll be performing on stage. Don't backslide, remember to maintain your standards."
Su Yueyue nodded, "I understand."
Yue Qinglian then left her daughter's room, without even a word to encourage her to sleep early.
As for Su Nanzhi attending the math competition, that didn't seem particularly important to her.
It was just a competition. There would be many participants tomorrow, each meticulously selected from their schools as the elite. Still, even with such selection, over half get eliminated in the first round every year.
Su Nanzhi, a girl who had just arrived in the city from the countryside not long ago, could come from an impressive background, but without systematic study, and just a bit of cleverness, how far could she really go?
Almost everyone thought so.
——
Su Nanzhi realized she hadn't seen her boyfriend for many days.
Before going to sleep tonight, she tried summoning him.
"Jiang Xiaoyu."
