On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Xu Zhiyuan came over early in the morning.
"Uncle, Auntie, Grandpa said we're celebrating the New Year at home today and told me to invite you to come back for dinner in the evening," Xu Zhiyuan has been shattered by Xu Nianhua's blows for the past six months.
In the past, he thought that Xu Nianhua was just slightly better than him.
But during this half-year of repeating a grade, Xu Zhiyuan found that Xu Nianhua's grades were not just a bit better, but so good that he couldn't catch up even if he raced on a shuttle bus!
Xu Zhiyuan also began to focus more on his studies. He... even if he couldn't catch up to Xu Nianhua's performance, at least he wanted to raise his own scores a bit, to narrow the gap between them!
"Alright."
Ji Ying agreed without hesitation; even though the family had divided, Xu Qinghe was still Xu Zhong's son. Having a meal together for the New Year was the right thing to do.
