While Qi Yang was at home, Qi Qi didn't let him relax, subjecting him to brainwashing-style torment.
"In the team, we mainly work on fitness. At home, we can relax our bodies, so isn't it time to pick up our brains?"
He had just picked up his phone, intending to play games, when he paused, feeling a bad premonition: "Mom..."
The elongated tone was his uncertain plea.
"I'll give you two days off. In these two days, you can play as much as you want. After that, we have to get our studies back on track. You should be clear that Mom knows all the questions. We don't need a tutor, and you don't need to go out to attend extra classes. My son, it's honorable to bring glory to the country, but once you improve in your cultural studies, that's when you truly stand out."
