"Can't I not study English? I am Chinese, and I only love the language of my own country," Luo Qianqian said weakly, raising her hand.
"What do you think?" It wasn't Elder Zhang with a disapproving look who spoke, but her brother Luo Shufan, who had just been annoyed by his sister's rolling eyes: "You see me memorizing words and texts every day; do you think you can escape it?"
Self-inflicted suffering cannot live? Such a phrase drifted through Luo Qianqian's mind.
"For other subjects, a notebook is enough, just record some points and you can use them, but English definitely requires a textbook. Do you want me to have someone bring them to you, or will you buy them yourselves?" Elder Zhang said thoughtfully, looking at the paper in his hand and stroking his chin with one hand.
