"Yiyi, is that all the ambition you have?"
Zhou Mo, frustrated by her apparent lack of resolve, knocked on her forehead, and Yiyi pouted.
"I do want to be ambitious, but I just don't have the strength, you know?"
"If I had known earlier, I would have chosen the arts. Science is so brain-consuming. I think without your strong support in my junior and senior years of high school, I couldn't have done so well in science. Without scoring 700 points, I wouldn't have been able to get into Tsinghua. Without Tsinghua, I wouldn't have to endure this torture. It's utterly unbearable, don't you think?"
Yiyi's complaints were met with several eye rolls from Zhou Mo.
"Did you come to Tsinghua to be the last in class? Is just passing your goal? Yiyi, is that all you aspire to?"
