Those words made Chu River feel even worse.
"Sigh, just like gold, even sand can't bury my shine."
But at this moment, several of the teenagers were ignoring her, even Yun Baoni hurriedly turned her head away and slipped back into the kitchen.
It wasn't until then that the side room's door opened, and Daya walked out with a pale face, her eyes dazed.
Little Xuan also came out looking numb, and sat down on a chair—
"Teacher Xiao Chu, is Daya your niece?"
He had just been tutoring Daya.
Daya and Da Dan are pretty good at math, they're great with the abacus and can recite any formula.
But when it comes to literature and politics... they're totally clueless!
Little Xuan couldn't understand why some people's Chinese scores, despite constant tutoring, only reached 70 points?!
To pull that score from 59 to 70, he felt like he'd shrunk two inches!
It's so difficult, so difficult!
