"Second grade? That's fine," Zhang Guihua said, though somewhat disappointed, but saving a year's tuition was still satisfying.
Jiang Dashan nodded as well, encouragingly said, "Zhaodi, don't be disheartened, time is indeed a bit tight. When you get to school, study hard, and during exams, strive to do as well as your Third Sister and get a scholarship."
"Mhm, I know, Grandpa, Grandma, I will definitely come first," Zhaodi assured, clenching her fist with a face full of solemn vows.
She didn't believe she was any less intelligent than Jiang Mianmian; given two months, she was certain she could finish the third-grade textbook!
Coming out of the main house, Zhaodi returned to her room and saw her mother sitting on the kang, preparing her clothes and backpack for school the next day.
When Zhao Xiaojuan saw her daughter come back, she smiled and waved, "Zhaodi's back. Come, check if there's anything else you need to bring to school tomorrow, don't leave anything behind."
