Zhang Xiaoman, upon hearing his mother's words, unconsciously flipped through his notebook. When he looked at the technical jargon scribbled on the pages, he felt a wave of headache washing over him.
"Mom, I study multimedia; how am I supposed to understand all this stuff you wrote?" he said, his face twisted in frustration.
"I recognize each word, but putting them together I just can't make sense of it! Look at this, it's practically like a professional paper!"
His mother looked at him helplessly, "Then what should we do? I gave you the manual, but you can't understand it. It's not like I can lecture you on every single point, right? I'm only just on summer break; I don't want to start tutoring again."
Zhang Xiaoman brightened up at her words, "That's right! How about this, Mom, you should just quit your job and help me strategize full-time! I'll handle tricking people, and you can manage everything else!"
