Chapter 62: Admission, Moving

Scored average.

Xu Yuexin deliberately paused, said, and after a flicker of sly joy in his mother-in-law's eyes, added, "Just 478."

478 is still called average?

Chen Shi said in surprise, "I didn't know there's a term called Versailles."

Qiao Qiao also looked at her mother and quickly added, "She's the City's Top Liberal Arts Scholar."

Before the words finished, Xu Yuexin and she saw an extremely vivid expression change on Zhou Zhifeng's face.

From sly joy to huge disappointment, all within a second or two.

Clack…

Zhou Zhifeng's mind fluctuated wildly, and she accidentally knocked over a water cup, spilling hot water all over the table.

Xu Yuexin and Qiao Qiao stepped aside in time, unharmed, while Zhou Zhifeng clutched her hand, her face turning pale from the pain.

Ouch, how did I burn my hand?

Chen Shi hurried over, seeing a water blister about two fingers wide on Zhou Zhifeng's hand.

Quick, get some toothpaste and rub it.

After saying that, Chen Shi ran to the bathroom, fetched toothpaste, and applied it to Zhou Zhifeng's hand.

Yuexin became the top scholar!

At this moment, Chen Yixue said in disbelief.

From failing the College Entrance Exam twice to becoming City's Number One, the leap is huge, and with this? "Exactly, the Education Committee told us personally."

Qiao Qiao wiped the table with a cloth, proudly saying.

Zhou Zhifeng, listening to the sisters' conversation nearby, felt her face and hand burning hot.

Keep it low-key, don't tell anyone.

Zhou Zhifeng, unwilling, said, "This is too far from his previous scores."

Brother Yuexin passed on his own merit, why not announce it.

Qiao Qiao said confidently.

Zhou Zhifeng was choked by her and couldn't speak.

Chen Shi spoke up in time, cutting them off.

Xiao Xu did well, let's make a few more dishes today to celebrate him.

Chen Shi, after applying toothpaste to Zhou Zhifeng and screwing the cap back, said, his smile almost couldn't be contained.

It's the virtue of the ancestors, finding a Wenqu Xing Son-in-law.

My hand hurts, I can't cook.

Zhou Zhifeng turned her face away, not wanting others to see her displeasure.

She got her face hit, her hand burned, and now they still want her to cook? No way! Chen Shi, delighted, slapped the table: "Fine, let's go to a restaurant!"

Xiao Xu, can you handle Liuquan Ju's food? If you like it, we can go there to eat.

No problem, their Shandong cuisine is especially famous.

Xu Yuexin readily agreed, saying so and getting up together with his father-in-law.

Qiao Qiao and Chen Yixue also got up, leaving only Zhou Zhifeng still feeling the pain.

Good fellow, just spending money to go to a restaurant, that's even more excessive than making her cook.

…

Burp…

In the afternoon, after eating until he couldn't be any fuller, Xu Yuexin held Qiao Qiao's hand and let out a long burp on the way home.

Braised sea cucumber with scallions, yellow fish tofu soup, oil-fried double crisp…

Lao Taishan's treat really filled him up.

The last time he felt this full was during the countryside labor camp. After finishing a double raid, he gulped down eight big white mantou in one go, feeling just like today.

I told you to eat that much.

Qiao Qiao gently patted his back, softly scolding.

Your dad and your sister kept serving me bowl after bowl; I can't just not eat.

Burp…

Xu Yuexin spread his hands, said that and burped again. Honestly, he also wanted to eat. Today's dishes included a lot of seafood, a rare delicacy for this era.

His father-in-law spent a full 15 yuan on this meal. After this, Xu Yuexin decided he was an excellent target for free meals.

Xu Yuexin, burping, took a walk with Qiao Qiao to aid digestion, strolling for two or three kilometers before catching the bus back to Wudaokou.

Near home, they got off early near the Xueyuan Road Street Office to see if there was a board announcing the admission results.

Just as they turned into the alley where the Street Office is, Xu Yuexin saw a crowd of heads in front of a small courtyard, most of them young people like himself.

It's so lively; the results must be out.

Xu Yuexin and Qiao Qiao walked to the edge of the crowd, using their height advantage to look ahead over the people.

Sure enough, a red paper with about a dozen names was posted on the Street Office wall.

These are all the social exam takers admitted within the Xueyuanlu Jiedao jurisdiction; these days the College Entrance Exam admission rate is unusually low.

So, is your name there?

Qiao Qiao shook Xu Yuexin's arm and said.

Hmm, successfully admitted, Chinese Department.

Xu Yuexin took a deep breath and said.

Even though when he learned his score, Xu Yuexin already knew this would be the result, when he saw his name appear together with the nation's top university, he still felt deep excitement.

Hehe!

Qiao Qiao laughed happily, her smile brighter than the afternoon sun, and a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, "Quick, call me senior sister!"

"No way, I'm older than you."

Xu Yuexin laughed and pinched Qiao Qiao's delicate nose, "Come quickly, let's go home."

"Tell Mom and Dad the result."

"Come on, loosen up!"

Qiao Qiao patted Xu Yuexin's big hand, and, feeling indignant, said through a nasal tone, "You're really bad, bullying senior sister even before school starts!"

Xu Yuexin released Qiao Qiao's nose, a proud look on his face: "Do you still dare to call yourself senior sister?"

"It's you, senior sister."

Qiao Qiao stamped her foot, then unexpectedly twisted his waist a bit, and darted away, leaving behind a tinkling, bell‑like laugh.

"Where are you running!"

Xu Yuexin sprang after her, and soon caught up with Qiao Qiao, pulling her into his arms and constantly tickling her.

"Fine, you let go of me quickly—can I call you senior brother?"

"Now that's more like it."

Only after Qiao Qiao kept laughing and pleading did Xu Yuexin release her, and they returned home together.

It was Sunday, and Xu Qiang and Wu Yan were both at home; after Xu Yuexin and Qiao Qiao told them the news, the two were very pleased.

"Xiao Xin really has promise, getting into the best school in the country, and the best major."

Wu Yan sat in the chair, smiling broadly, rubbing her hands together.

These days there's a saying that graduates of comprehensive elite universities' Chinese departments become key national talents. Therefore, Chinese departments at schools like Yanda and Wu Da are the majors with the highest liberal‑arts cutoff scores.

When a candidate gets admitted to a Chinese department, the whole family can be so happy they eat two extra bowls of rice.

"It truly is the best school, *cough cough*, but it should be listed as a tie."

Xu Qiang was also delighted; of course, as a Second-Grade Professor at Qinghua, he had to remind Wu Yan.

"Hey, why fuss over it so much."

Wu Yan, with a hint of reproach, nudged Xu Qiang with her arm and said, "By the way, was it you who said that, or me?"

"You say it."

Xu Qiang relaxed his brows and said, clearly in an exceptionally good mood.

"Dad, Mom, just tell us, what's so mysterious about it?"

Xu Yuexin urged from beside, and Qiao Qiao also showed a curious look.

"Here's the thing: your dad was appointed Department Head, and the Second-Grade Professor housing benefits were implemented."

Wu Yan's face showed both relief and emotion, "We're moving back to our original home."

Moving back? Xu Yuexin's expression changed slightly, his demeanor stalled.

(End of Chapter)