———— Half an hour later ————
Xiao Sese, who had been sitting still and silent for ages, finally couldn't help but lean over.
Nearly thirty minutes had passed, and all Xiaopang had managed to write in his notebook were the four big characters for "My Mother."
Xiao Sese felt as if she’d been struck by lightning; the sky seemed to be collapsing.
"No way! Half an hour! And you’ve squeezed out four words! It’s the assigned topic for the essay! What is so hard about this? 'My mother cooks so well...'"
Xiao Sese paused, an image of that minced-meat-machine-destroyed stir-fried bacon flashing through her mind.
"Well... you could write about how gentle your mother is..."
She paused again, remembering Xiaopang’s mother’s high-pitched, explosive shrieks.
"Or... maybe... hmm..."
Xiao Sese’s voice grew lower and lower. For the first time, she felt her reservoir of snark had nowhere to go, and she scratched her head in frustration.
The negative energy of "if you can't grasp metaphysics, just drop out" was stuck firmly in her throat.
Xiaopang had just been reciting the poem *Exhortation to Learning*; she couldn't exactly encourage him to drop out now, could she?!
Chapter 44