Gao Zhiming tilted his head back, squinting at the blackboard with difficulty. The incomprehensible knowledge coming from the teacher's endlessly opening and closing mouth was making his head nod off.
The girl sitting next to him, Miao Miao, gently bumped him with her elbow, jolting the drowsy Gao Zhiming awake.
RING! RING!
The class bell rang at just the right moment, and Gao Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally survived another day of school.
Before, he thought Little Sichuan was fooling him. Now he realized that school really was difficult. He'd never gone to school before and didn't recognize any of the characters. To him, they all seemed like tiny stick figures with arms and legs, pricking his eyes.
"What's the point of learning this stuff? Why does Sis want me to go to school? Little Sichuan never went to school," Gao Zhiming muttered, packing his things with a dejected look.
