Daydreaming during class, doodling and napping, constantly making small movements – no wonder learning is difficult. Xin Yibin didn't quite understand their family's education style; if it were his family, they'd have long been wielding a cane.
A kid at this age getting spanked for not listening is a common occurrence.
"If you don't understand, then practice well. If you fail, the teacher will come to see me; I'm someone who needs to study hard." Xin Yibin's eyes were clear and clean, like a sky washed by rain, calm and without waves.
In three years, they would take college entrance exams. He didn't want Si Ruoran to just waste these three years; she should at least have her own dreams.
Si Ruoran gazed at him, a faint hint of doubt appearing in her eyes.
Watching him solve problems seriously beside her, Si Ruoran took the paper filled with triangle angle calculations, sinA and cosB, which made her head spin.
