Jiang Beici never detested his mobile-playing, drama-watching past self as much as he did at this moment.
As a middle school student still in his growth phase, it's no secret how crucial sleep is. Yet, is there really someone cruel enough to force a country's blossoming flower to cram knowledge while pinned to a desk?
Such inhumanity!
In his mind, little Jiang Beici was constantly cursing, and in reality, Jiang Beiyu, who was reviewing his previous test papers, was also questioning his life choices.
"What does it mean when you write a formula for this solid geometry problem?"
Jiang Beici, with an innocent face, replied, "Our teacher said if we really can't solve it, just put a formula down to scrape together a mark or two. Like this question, I clearly knew it involved the Pythagorean theorem, but I just didn't know how to solve it, so I wrote down the formula."
Jiang Beiyu, with an indifferent face, asked, "So, did you get the marks?"
Jiang Beici said, "No."
