Xiangyang's room used a broken door panel that he had taken from a recycling station, and he had even kicked a big hole in the bottom of it.
The two rooms are on the left and right, and they look quite different.
Perhaps due to preconceived notions, Zhou Qiqi felt a pang of sympathy for Xiang Yang and gently knocked on the door.
Xiang Hai quickly responded, came over to open the door, and smiled politely.
"Aunt Zhou, wait a moment, I'll be right there after I finish this problem."
"good."
Zhou Qiqi nodded, her gaze casually sweeping across the room.
Xiang Hai's room was neatly tidy, with bookshelves filled with all kinds of books, and on his desk spread out math problems from the second year of junior high school.
Isn't this child only in fourth grade? How come he's already doing eighth-grade problems?
Looking at the bookshelf, most of the books are related to mathematics and physics, with the most being "Junior Science," and some Soviet-era math workbooks.
Deng Cuixiang once said that this child was a good student and would have a bright future, but Zhou Qiqi thought it was just the parents exaggerating. Now that she has seen it with her own eyes, she believes it.
It's no wonder the couple doted on this child.
Polite, academically excellent, promising, and even honest in returning lost money—what parent wouldn't want a child like that?
Thinking this way, Zhou Qiqi's previous slight dissatisfaction with Xiang Hai had dissipated, and she had become more understanding of the couple's "favoritism."
In fact, as a child, Xiang Hai did nothing wrong, and she shouldn't be prejudiced.
During the meal, Zhou Qiqi casually asked if she had arranged for Xiang to attend an advanced math class or something.
Since the child has talent, we must not let it go to waste.
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