An Ning held the hard blackboard eraser, wiping away the white chalk on the blackboard bit by bit.
Specks of chalk dust were clearly visible in the sunlight, and Zhou Xiaoshan subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.
With her back to him, An Ning continued to speak. "As for intelligence, there are several people in this village who are at least your equal."
"I can see the answer with a single glance, yet I still answer every question according to the instructions."
"Li Chengze, who will soon be my eldest disciple, returned from his studies abroad, yet he remains here in the village to learn."
"Yu the Elder, a mathematics professor from Beijing University, still possesses a drive to learn and improve, and is preparing to ask me to be his teacher."
"Jiang Xia, my neighbor, scores perfectly on every exam, yet that never stops him from following the instructions to the letter."
An Ning turned around and gently placed the eraser in the chalk tray at the bottom of the blackboard.
