Noah looked at her timidly. "Mommy, should I recite again? I can do it well. Please don't be mad."But Penelope was in no mood to listen to him recite right now. She threw her hand out, snapping, "You need two or three chances to get something as easy as this correct? How useless can you be?"Startled by the push, Noah lost his balance and fell backward onto the floor. The five-year-old Noah, though falling down heavily, didn't cry. Instead, he got up and reassured Penelope, "Mommy, I'll be better next time."Penelope waved her hand dismissively, signaling for him to leave. "Enough. Spend more time studying. Noah, there are plenty of people smarter than you in the world. If you don't work harder, you'll be eliminated."She glanced down at Noah, who barely just reached her thigh, and said softly, "And I don't like those who get eliminated."It was as if those words struck a particular nerve in Noah. He looked up and said solemnly, "I'll study hard, Mommy!"…Two days later, Pen
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