Zheng Xiweng nodded in strong agreement. After listening for so long, he finally felt a sense of participation.
Most of the life lessons taught by his elementary school teacher, Zheng Xiweng had basically forgotten.
But he always remembered the sentence his first-grade teacher wrote on the blackboard on the first day of class.
"All beginnings are difficult!"
It's normal to not know where to start when engaging in a new venture.
Hearing Qiao Yu say this gave Zheng Xiweng a bit of comfort in his heart.
After all, feeling unsure about how to begin made Zheng Xiweng see this young man more as a real person.
There must be something difficult for someone; if everything is achieved effortlessly, even with a materialist education since childhood, Zheng Xiweng would have to question if there's a bit of idealism in this world.
