In the blink of an eye, two days passed, and it was the last day of September, the eve of the National Day holiday.
At ten o'clock, the Jiang Family couple sat on the sofa watching TV. Li Hongmei watched a soap opera while Old Jiang played on his phone, and the Jiang Household was rarely this peaceful and serene.
A click sounded as Jiang Nian, having just finished his evening self-study, came out of the bathroom. Rubbing his hair, he walked forward, water dripping like rain.
Seeing this, Li Hongmei's anger rose, that rascal! Spare the rod for three days, and he'll tear the roof off!
"Wait!" Jiang Nian instinctively jumped away, distancing himself from the irate mom, interrupting the spell-casting, "Comrade Li Hongmei, you can't hit me right now."
Li Hongmei sneered, "You have three seconds to explain."
Old Jiang, intrigued, turned his head to look over, putting down his phone. He got up from the sofa, ready to watch the show unfold up close.
"Oh no, you're done for, you're not far from a beating."
Just as these words fell, Old Jiang staggered, losing balance and pitching forward. A loud smack was heard as the teapot on the coffee table crashed to the ground.
Boom! It shattered everywhere!
Seeing this, joy filled Jiang Nian's face, and he raised his hand in a Great Wilderness Prison Sky Finger.
"It's far now."
Indeed, within seven steps there must be a solution, at most he'd just get a scolding. There was no need for Old Jiang to risk his life to save him.
Oh no, next month's cigarette money is in jeopardy.
Li Hongmei turned her head to glare at the dazed Old Jiang, who looked awkward. Coughing, he activated his backup hidden energy, casually shifting the blame elsewhere.
"By the way, wasn't Jiang Nian's monthly exam result for this week already out?"
Sure enough, the mom's attention shifted again, frowning at Jiang Nian.
"Your dad and I have been busy these days, almost forgot to ask you, how much did you score in last week's monthly exam? If you've regressed too much, don't blame me for not letting you play games."
"Oh, mom, you can see for yourself."
Jiang Nian took out his phone from his pocket, opened the album, found a photo of his class score sheet. Calmly handed it to Li Hongmei, indicating she should look at the first line.
"573? That's so high?" Li Hongmei exclaimed.
"What?" Old Jiang couldn't care less about the broken teapot, walked over to take a look, "It really is first, did you photoshop it?"
"Photoshop what, I've advanced a class, now I'm in Olympic Class Three." Jiang Nian took back the phone, "Remember not to find the wrong classroom at the next parent-teacher meeting."
After everything was done, he waved his sleeves, concealing his achievements and fame.
"Hey, send me the picture!" Li Hongmei suddenly reacted, walking to her son's door and knocking, "Did you hear me, Nian!"
"Oh."
Whoosh, just as the photo was sent over, Li Hongmei immediately forwarded it to her coworkers' group.
"This little brat!" Li Hongmei muttered, then quickly changed her expression, holding her phone with a smile, "Show it to the folks in the office."
In the small county workplace, the group was filled with all sorts of relatives. At work, they gossiped about family matters, and after work, the chat groups were filled with tidbits from the womenfolk.
Even the leadership didn't dare to show up, as showing up would get them scolded. It perfectly explained how the leader of the leaders wasn't my leader, but was indeed my husband... and so on, not easy to offend.
Buzz!
In Jinxiu Tianfu District, Zhang Chunlan, with her loud voice, took out her phone with large fonts and glanced at the group chat. She saw Li Hongmei had posted a photo with a message.
[😁😊 Everyone, please help me see if this report card is photoshopped by my son.]
This sentence immediately amused Zhang Chunlan, who'd even Photoshop a report card? Even though she didn't know exactly what the letter "P" stood for, she knew it meant something fake.
Opening it, Hongmei's son seemed to be called Jiang Nian?
Nothing outside the thirties, outside the twenties... nothing either. This kid is pretty daring, his mid-low level dared to shoot into the top ten? Top ten... hmm?
Why is he first!
Zhang Chunlan's eyes widened as she looked at the score of the first place. She couldn't help but laugh out loud, how dare Hongmei's son do this, how dare he?
He directly modified it to first place, isn't this blatantly... wait, better take another careful look to avoid being tricked by these womenfolk, who find all sorts of ways to show off all day long.
Like a certain shameless colleague in the office, who "accidentally" dropped her gold bracelet into the mirror, just waiting for someone to ask if the gold bracelet was damaged.
First place Jiang Nian, 573 points, second place Zhou Yuting, only 527.
Does this make sense? Close to a fifty-point gap? That's too fake! It looks clearly like a forged report card, Hongmei's kid sure is daring and bold.
Her own beloved son was much more honest, he just advanced class yesterday.
Thinking of this, Zhang Chunlan couldn't help but call into the room, "Lao Yu, come see something funny."
"Late at night, what's all this nonsense." A bald middle-aged man grumbled as he came out of the room slowly, holding a cadre thermos.
"Hongmei's son photoshopped his report card, it's hilarious."
"Let me see." The bald middle-aged man adjusted his glasses, bent down, the messages in the group were flashing non-stop, "There are the words 'advanced class' after the score."
"That's even more amusing, didn't Tongjie just advance a class yesterday?" Zhang Chunlan laughed happily, sending a voice message in the group, "Hongmei, did your son advance classes?"
In the group, three or four seconds, ten seconds, twenty or thirty-second voice messages were flying everywhere. The bored housewives on holiday were all popping up.
"Hongmei, isn't your son's score a bit too high, wasn't he always just over four hundred points?"
A young intern from work: "Aunt Li, your son's looks more like it was reprinted instead of photoshopped."
"Speaking of which, didn't Chunlan's son also score over five hundred? I heard he advanced to the Olympic class, just ask her son and you'll know."
Behind the screen, Zhang Chunlan looked joyful, replying with voice messages.
"How do I know, there are quite a few Olympic classes."
The subject Li Hongmei sent a short voice message, from the tone, it didn't sound angry. Instead, it seemed somewhat calm, even slightly happy.
"He said it's Olympic Class Three."
Class Three?
On the sofa, Zhang Chunlan turned to look at her husband, "Lao Yu, isn't Tongjie's advanced class also Olympic Class Three?"
Click, just then the door opened, and a boy came out holding clothes, getting ready to shower.
"Hey, Tongjie, just in time," Zhang Chunlan asked nervously, "Is there someone named Jiang Nian in your class?"
Hearing this, Yu Tongjie stopped and frowned.
"There is, his score is higher than mine."
"Higher than yours? Are you sure?" Zhang Chunlan was so surprised she spoke without thinking, "Could he have cheated? See, his mom posted in the group..."
Yu Tongjie took the phone and listened to each voice message from start to finish, then handed it back.
"It's not fake, but doesn't rule out cheating."
Saying this, Yu Tongjie ignored his mother's shocked look, turned around, and went into the bathroom.
Setting down the clothes, he frowned and opened QQ. From the group chat list, he picked [Lemon Branch] and selected add, feeling it necessary to warn Zhang Ningzhi.