The next day was the weekend, and Jiang Moxi went to Ling Ye's house in the afternoon to tutor Ling Hua.
But Ling Hua was somewhat absent-minded, continuously yawning.
"Are you not interested in studying again?" Jiang Moxi flipped through the test that Ling Hua had just completed, feeling somewhat headache-inducing.
Because fifty percent of it was wrong.
"Studying isn't the only way out." Ling Hua propped her chin with her hands, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside.
She felt that such a wonderful afternoon was wasted on studying, which was a pity.
"Although studying isn't the only way out, it's probably the best."
But Ling Hua wouldn't listen to Jiang Moxi's preaching and made excuses for herself: "Why don't we go out and buy a cup of coffee to wake up?"
Jiang Moxi could see that Ling Hua was just making excuses to be lazy.
But she understood that some things really cannot be rushed; they need to be done gradually.
