Miss Luo remembered that it was a day long, long ago. At that time, she had not yet sat in the position of Mrs. Quan, nor had she lived in the big house bought for her by Mr. Quan Zhilong.
Mr. Quan Zhilong stood in the drunken afternoon light and looked at her coldly. His voice was almost squeezed out of his nostrils: "I said, Luo Luo, you failed in body shape, failed in vocal music, failed in musical instruments, and you don't even know the staff! Are you a fool?"
Miss Luo lowered her head and looked at her toes, feeling a little aggrieved. She had just taken the first day of class, and she hadn't even taken the exam yet. How could she be said to have failed?
She rubbed her eyes and heard Mr. Quan Zhilong continue to order her: "Go, bring your textbook, and I will teach you in person!"
Miss Luo turned around and ran to get the book. Halfway through, she felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't explain what was wrong, so she just stopped and ran to get the book happily.