So she just didn't say it out loud, and after feeling sorry for her third brother for a while, she eagerly returned to her own little room to think.
Her second brother saw her door open and felt something was off. She was seldom at home at this time of day, so he limped over to check on her.
Seeing her with a furrowed brow, sorrowful enough to wring bitterness from, her second brother felt sorry for her and asked what was wrong, saying that with him around, success was guaranteed, he could beat anyone into shape.
So she pulled out her homework, those questions so profound—there were two characters she couldn't even read. She had sought out the teacher after school and had him write them down one by one before bringing them home.
The teacher had said that this was a question for testing scholars, hard-earned, like presenting a treasure, specifically pulled out to test them, to see their potential and whether they had a grand fate ahead.
