Xie Zhihuai had been aware since when that he was not a smart child?
Was it in kindergarten, when everyone else could recite poems that he struggled to memorize, or during elementary school when he was always one of the last few in exams, or when without his family's assistance, he wouldn't even be qualified for direct promotion to junior high school?
Xie Zhihuai accepted his own mediocrity with ease, even though people always seemed to pity him when they looked at him.
It seemed regrettable that he had such an exceptional family background but lacked a smart brain.
But Xie Zhihuai didn't care.
His father had told him, "A person's value isn't defined by their intelligence or lack thereof. You didn't come to this world to be a smart child."
"You're here to experience the beauty of the world. As long as you feel happy, nothing is more important than that."
