Liu Yingzi's heart sank. She hurried forward, squatting down to grab her daughter's shoulders.
"Jiajia? Who bullied you? Tell Mom. I'll go talk to the teacher!"
"No one bullied me."
Cao Jiajia shook her head.
Liu Yingzi grew more anxious and quickly asked,
"Then... then why?"
Her daughter's expression was clearly not right.
She reached out to feel Cao Jiajia's forehead—no fever. Then she checked her backpack—it wasn't torn.
'What in the world is wrong?'
"The teacher said... Shanshan skipped grades. She's in the sixth grade now."
"Mom, I... will I ever be able to catch up to her in this lifetime?"
As soon as she said this, her tears welled up.
She wasn't crying because Shanshan had skipped grades; she was crying for herself.
Some people are born ten kilometers ahead of you on the starting line.
You give it your all, only to find you've just begun.
Liu Yingzi almost laughed out loud.
"Skipped grades? Bullshit! How old is she? She must have powerful connections!"
