Jiang Changhai also said, "Let's just go with fourth grade, Mianmian is still young, we can't pull up seedlings to help them grow."
He didn't want his daughter to struggle too hard; after all, she could still win scholarships in the fourth grade.
"Dad, it's 'pulling up seedlings helps them not'."
"Right, right, my daughter is so smart, and she knows so many idioms too."
The principal thought about it and felt he made sense, "Okay, then fourth grade it is, going steady is also good."
Teacher Liu arranged her in Zhiwu's class, "You'll be with your brother Zhiwu. You'll have to help him out a lot since he always ranks near the bottom of the class."
She personally took Jiang Mianmian to the class, handed out a few brand new books, and arranged for her to sit at the very front.
"Jiang Mianmian, you sit here for now. You're young and short, you won't be able to see the blackboard from the back."