After making up her mind, Xia Ningxing quickly wrote five promissory notes and handed them out to each of her five brothers.
The five brothers each used a black ink pen to stain their thumbs and then pressed them onto the papers.
"Mom, we've signed," they said.
Mrs. Xia glanced at them, took the promissory notes, and tossed them a hundred dollars, her indifferent attitude as cold as that of a stranger: "Go register yourselves tomorrow. Don't think I'll accompany you; I don't have the time!"
She was already heartbroken about sending these five money-losers to school, let alone taking a day off to accompany them to register.
In your dreams!
"We know, Mom. We'll go by ourselves," the five brothers said, knowing their mother disdained them. They didn't get angry or make a fuss, but were especially well-behaved.
Ningxing couldn't help but feel sympathy for them, and in her gentle, babyish voice said, "I'll go with my brothers tomorrow."
