Yuan Hui's expression was complicated.
"But everyone says I'm an idiot, a burden... I'm bad at studying, I'm slow... I can't speak well, and I can't make friends."
She took a long time to get that simple sentence out, haltingly.
Between speaking and thinking, it took her nearly three minutes to barely express herself.
Who would normally have that kind of patience to talk with her?
Communication was too difficult.
Imagine it: school breaks only lasted ten minutes.
If someone befriended her and chatted with her,
and she took three to five minutes to squeeze out a single sentence, who could stand it?
Xiao Yu sighed inwardly and continued comforting her.
"You're hardly the only person in the world who's bad at studying."
"You've tried hard, harder than other people."
"That only means studying isn't for you. It doesn't mean you're stupid or an idiot."
"There are plenty of people in the world even less suited to studying than you."
"Lots of big business owners don't have impressive qualifications either."
"Even in modern society, when college graduates are a dime a dozen, people with only a middle school education still build themselves up from nothing, drive luxury cars, and live in mansions."
"Being slow doesn't mean you're an idiot. An idiot wouldn't care what other people thought."
"They wouldn't jump off a building because of how other people treated them."
"You know mentally ill people? Talking to them is like talking across different game servers. One second they might be laughing and chatting with you, and the next they pull a knife and stab someone. That's what you call an idiot, a fool. Talking to them is like talking to a brick wall!"
"As for friends, that's even more normal. Plenty of people don't have friends. Take me: from elementary