Start From A Lower Grade

Kang Weizhen rubbed the spot between her eyebrows. "Wait, I have something to talk to your sister about."

"Mom, I can't wait, and I bet you'll be very happy to hear it."

Sheng Yuxi was rather oblivious; he didn't know how to read people's faces. Although his mother was already impatient, he didn't notice it at all.

"Shut up!" Kang Weizhen yelled, and Sheng Yuxi immediately closed his mouth and shrank like an ostrich.

But he still wanted to tell his mother the great news, so he could only stay aside, looking at his mother like a poor little girl.

Kang Weizhen turned and explained gently to Sheng Yang, "Haha, Yangyang, I'm not usually that aggressive."

Then she pointed to the culprit and complained, "This kid is really annoying. He likes to be yelled at by me."

Sheng Yang: "…I know."

She had witnessed this style of communication between the mother and the son more than once, and she even realized Sheng Yuxi kinda enjoyed it.

Getting back to the topic, Kang Weizhen said seriously, "I mean, would you like to start from the second year of high school and have some more time to consolidate your learning?" After a pause, Kang Weizhen hurriedly added, "Yangyang, don't get me wrong. I just think if you start straight from the third year of high school, it'll be hard for you to fit in and the pressure on you must be enormous. It'd be the same case for anyone in your shoes."

She was very careful with her words, trying not to hurt Sheng Yang's feelings.

The bystander Sheng Yuxi's eyes widened and he almost choked, but he didn't want to taste his mother's iron fist again. What should he do?

Sheng Yang said without hesitation. "I might be different."

Kang Weizhen took such a deep breath in her heart that she leaned back slightly. Yangyang was so confident in herself that she simply refused to give up.

But, if she tried again and again to no avail, her fragile little heart might get hurt.

"Hmm—" Sheng Yuxi didn't dare to speak, so he could only hint to his mother with gestures, nodding frantically and making a noise.

Kang Weizhen squinted at him, saying coldly, "Be quiet, alright?"

"…" Yes, Madam!

"Yangyang, I understand your feelings. If you don't want to start from a lower grade, I support you, but may I find a tutor for you?" Kang Weizhen handed her some materials she had prepared. "These tutors are all top students from Ivy League universities. If you prefer domestic universities, these tutors are all top scorers on the National College Entrance Examination from Tsinghua University and Beijing University. And if you prefer teachers, these are the top ten teachers in the country."

A variety of educational resources were available.

Sheng Yang took a few careful glances this time then leaned back lazily on the sofa with a touch of self-confidence on her face. "I don't think they could help me."

Kang Weizhen looked at her, gaping in surprise. Did Yangyang mean that she might not be able to understand what these tutors taught her?

That made sense… their mode of thinking might be different. That was her fault. She didn't consider this.

It seemed that she would have to choose some other tutors for her.

To stop Kang Weizhen from going any further, Sheng Yang unzipped her school bag and handed her the test paper, leisurely and at ease.

Just as Kang Weizhen was about to say some more to comfort her, her eyes suddenly glowed. Her hands twitched as if she had Parkinson's and she picked up the test paper with trembling hands as if she was holding a cup of boiled water.