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“My father is just that person exposing their lies. He told me creativity and imagination matter more than points, one can't success without it. You are wrong, everybody else is wrong. Heroes on test papers in China are a dime a dozen, yet scarcely any of them can be successful enough to get Nobel Prize, why? Because point is a piece of shit! Grades have nothing to do with success!” I contended eloquently.
“Perhaps your father is right. Forget my words!” Mary took out her smart phone and never spoke a single word to me again.