"Don't doubt it, there's even an essay I wrote on my alma mater Railway First Middle School's WeChat public account. It's a little story about visiting my dad's grave during the Tomb-Sweeping Festival. The teacher's comment was that the emotions were sincere and heartfelt..."
Qiao Yu used some techniques here, without telling his three buddies that the teacher had deleted his essay's ending, which was like an O. Henry twist.
But the dormitory fell silent.
In truth, everyone understood that reaching Qiao Yu's level required more than just hard work, but they really didn't know how to respond at this point. They hadn't faced survival pressures before.
At least, none of them had to support a family while studying. In fact, their families did everything possible to provide them with the best resources for their education.
Yu Wei thought even more about it.
