Xia Luo was given a thorough lecture by his mother.
Xia Luo was helpless too.
He wanted to be friends with Ding Ling, and he wanted to learn from him too.
But the question was, was he worthy?
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Xia Luo's mother was exasperated by his lack of progress.
Seeing that his mother seemed to have calmed down, Xia Luo lowered the hand covering his head and said with a cheeky grin, 'Mom, don't be angry anymore. It's bad for your health. Besides, our family's genes are just like this. We don't have any talent for studying. After I graduate from high school, I'll go out to work and earn money to support you.'
That was what Xia Luo said.
His mother actually felt a little ashamed. He had a point. No one in the family had the genes for studying. Xia Luo simply wasn't cut out for academics, and she really couldn't blame him for that.
But soon, she realized what he meant, and her anger exploded:
'The teacher said that Heavenly Dao rewards diligence, and that in the boundless sea of learning, hard work is the boat. You eat and sleep all day, then get such terrible grades, and you still have the nerve to blame your genes? You ungrateful brat, are you saying your parents' genes are bad and dragged you down?'
"No, that's not what I meant!"
Xia Luo's scalp tingled.
He turned and ran.
He had barely started running when the whip came lashing over.
'Stop right there, you wicked son!!'
At that moment, Xia Luo's mother was especially envious of Ding Ling's parents.
Ding Ling was good at studying.
He was handsome.
He had a good temper.
He was young, yet he already knew how to make money, and whenever