Song Zhuxi chose to trust her mother.
After all, if she couldn't even trust her mother, who else could she believe in?
She immediately put herself in the first person and, from her own perspective, carefully recounted how she had met and come to know Ding Ling.
That one account.
Lasted several hours.
The detail in Song Zhuxi's narration was frankly astonishing, reaching an almost outrageous level.
Her mother was moved by it, yet looked at her daughter as if she were a hopeless fool.
She even remembered exactly how many seconds Ding Ling had spent spacing out and how many sentences he had said in response.
How come I don't remember you having the Never Forget talent?
She was genuinely shaken.
I don't know either. I just remember everything very clearly.
When Song Zhuxi mentioned this, she couldn't help marveling inwardly. "Mom, you might not believe this, but Ding Ling is really incredible! I can understand all the vocal training he teaches me. Half a day of learning from him is worth more than everything I learned over the past year. He's truly a genius among lecturers. If he became a lecturer, I'd bet all the other lecturers would bow to him, treating every word he said as gospel and elevating it to the level of the Bible! He..."
Song Zhuxi began praising Ding Ling without pause.
She really couldn't help herself.
The more she talked, the more excited she became.
Her mother interrupted her. "All right, all right. I understand."
Through Song Zhuxi's account,
she had also gained a general understanding of Ding Ling's temperament. He was fairly steady and had never tried to force anything on anyone. In fact, he was quite the gentleman.
It was also clear that Ding Ling was very popular with girls, yet