Several large bundles of firecrackers were moved downstairs by the residents, and Ye Weidong went to park the motorcycle.
Plan to set off one bundle first, then another in the evening.
It is fair to say that in the old district of the textile factory, there were a few students from the same grade as Ye Qiu, but when Ye Qiu was first admitted to Jiangbei No. 3 Middle School in grade nine, he had the worst performance amongst those students during his high school years.
Now, he had actually achieved top scores in all subjects.
The residents couldn't even imagine, how could Ye Qiu have changed so drastically?
"Old Zhou, how did your son do in the exams?"
Ye Weidong saw Zhou Weiguo, knowing that Zhou Xiaodong, Zhou Weiguo's son, previously had decent grades, and wondered what the results were this time.
"Don't mention it, just an ordinary specialized course."
