The brightly lit classroom.
Jiang Nian turned around and stroked his chin.
The troubles of ordinary people are: spending a lot of money cautiously, getting tricked many times cleverly, and working a lot while complaining.
Finally saving some money, wanting to spend it wisely, only to find that life is full of blood-draining blades.
In the end, you can only sit on the ground, shout to the sky with grievances.
"Why!"
When others pass by, they add on compliments. "This is the soft persimmon and good guy recognized by everyone in the ten-mile radius."
What about the troubles of geniuses?
Because the class monitor is aloof?
It seems geniuses are somewhat aloof inherently, but this isn't Li Qingrong's issue.
Jiang Nian pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason since he wasn't a genius.