As the initiator and helmsman of the Young Talent Class, Xie Feng has his own office.
It's not very big, but it's tidily organized, with three walls lined with bookshelves filled with a dazzling array of books and teaching materials.
Xie Feng looked at the silent young man standing before him and sighed, "Bichen, is something troubling you?"
Gu Bichen was silent for a moment, then calmly said, "The pace in the Young Talent Class is too fast for me. I need some more time..."
Xie Feng's eyes showed disappointment, "You must know, with the surname Gu, this excuse doesn't convince me."
The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, which was some reaction compared to his previous indifference.
Xie Feng squinted his eyes and scrutinized him closely.
"Bichen, if you continue like this, I'll have to invite your parents to the school."
Gu Bichen suddenly lifted his gaze, and finally, a hint of panic that he couldn't quite conceal appeared in his eyes, "Mr. Xie, I..."
