She did not know what she was feeling. She simply hurriedly lowered her head, avoiding their gazes, and said in a muffled voice:
"I... I can't. Junior high isn't the same difficulty as elementary school. There's less material in elementary school, so skipping grades is easier. Junior high is much harder. Apart from Zhuang Jingcheng, probably no one at school could manage it."
At those words, unconcealable disappointment appeared on Wu Jianguo's face.
Zhang Amei frowned and gave a moderately loud snort, as though resenting her failure to measure up.
There had never been any examples of children skipping grades in the neighborhood before. Only now, after Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting had both skipped a grade, did they belatedly realize that skipping a grade not only saved a considerable amount of money but also let a child start working and earning a year earlier.
Wu Shanshan had done very well in elementary school. If she had worked a little harder, skipping a grade should not have been a problem.
But now that Wu Shanshan had entered her first year of junior high, it was too late to say anything.
Had they thought of it a year earlier, they could have saved a year's tuition and miscellaneous fees. Now they could not. How could Zhang Amei not feel vexed?
As for Wu Shanshan's claim that only Zhou Cheng could skip a grade, neither Zhang Amei nor Wu Jianguo doubted it. There was no helping it-who among their neighbors did not know that the Zhuang family's second son was no ordinary mortal?
At that moment, Lin Wufeng was equally vexed.
Listening to Lin Dongzhe's accusations, Lin Wufeng stopped wielding the feather duster and finally realized how much he had neglected his child's education.
Just as he was at a loss for