Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Ziyuan return home.
Song Ziyuan looks displeased.
"What's so good about going to school? I already know everything. You can't force me to study things I don't want to."
Being with a bunch of little kids, Song Ziyuan feels completely unhappy.
Jiang Xiaoxiao knows that Song Ziyuan has a bad temper! As a child, only she could manage her.
Now, even her own authority doesn't seem to work.
"You know everything?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao asks.
Song Ziyuan shifts her eyes guiltily, "I... I do!"
"Then recite an ancient poem, something simple like 'Bring in the Wine.' It's so well-known, you really shouldn't not know it! If you can recite it, I won't make you go to school."
Song Ziyuan's eyes light up, but alas, she doesn't know it at all.
Studying is not half as hard as the efforts she puts into her mecha; poetry and literature, she simply scorns.
Doesn't care!
"Can't do it! Give me another one!"
"Then what can you do?"
"I can..."
