novellhall Chapter 59 My Father
Chapter 59 My Father
New Year, new phenomenon: Zhou Xiaobai successfully skipped a grade.
It wasn't that I skipped to a higher grade, but rather that I was implicated by Liu Qianqian and ended up spending the third grade with her.
Parents are naturally happy when their children have excellent grades and quick thinking. According to Liu Qianqian, playing with younger classmates would be an insult to their intelligence.
Da Meili agreed, so she set up a simple exam room at home.
The test papers were the ones Liu Xiaoli brought back, and they included questions from third to sixth grade.
Liu Qianqian believes that a genius who doesn't show off is a fool. Since we have this ability, we must have a blast all the way, defeat all those who disagree, and prevent the villains from even having the thought of showing off.
So regardless of whether it would work out or not, she dragged Zhou Xiaobai and started doing sixth-grade exam papers.
Two hours later, after Da Meili finished grading, Liu Qianqian pointed to the math test paper in her mother's hand, where a big 99 score made her very proud: "I think with this score I can go straight to sixth grade and then go to middle school next semester."
It's not that she can't get 100 points, it's that Liu Qianqian believes pride comes before a fall and humility brings benefit. Giving an extra point would be like competing with the sages and disrespecting the saints.
She then pointed to Zhou Xiaobai's math paper with a score of 98 and said shamelessly, "My brother is one point worse than me, but I think this score is acceptable."
Zhou Xiaobai frowned but remained silent.
Just now, Liu Qianqian threatened him, saying that the older sister must be stronger than the younger brother, and if she dares to be even slightly stronger, she'll be in for a beating.
As a true genius with "one-click learning", Zhou Xiaobai naturally knows how to assess the situation and avoid competing with other children.
He felt that Liu Qianqian's arrogance was temporary and would not last. Since she wanted to be an advanced person and stand out, she would eventually be suppressed.
really!
Liu Xiaoli pulled out the Chinese test paper, pointed to the 70 points, and then slid down to the essay question with a score of 0.
After a closer look, her face went from shock to ashen: "The essay asked you to write about a family member, and you wrote 'My Father,' that's fine, but what did you write? You wrote dog shit!"
Zhou Wenqiong couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She was the one who graded the Chinese exam. The composition used extraordinary vocabulary and had not a single spelling mistake, but the content was alarming.
She coughed twice, suppressed a laugh, snatched the test paper, and began to read:
"As the saying goes, 'Yin cannot produce life alone,' ever since Mom got her marriage certificate, she's been full of resentment every day. She finds fault with everything, as if someone owes her ten million. If you owe money, go find the creditor! But Mom just makes trouble for no reason, channeling her resentment into all her energy and hitting me on the butt."
"Our Liu family isn't completely devoid of yin energy. We still have Zhou Xiaobai, a person of yang energy, right? 3 - 1 + 1 still equals 3, meaning our yang energy hasn't diminished. If you're not happy about it, then we'll find someone to make a fake certificate and let Xiaobai be the father..."
Upon reading this, Zhou Wenqiong couldn't continue; she laughed so hard her stomach cramped.
Zhou Xiaobai was stunned. He couldn't imagine how Liu Qianqian could write such an incredible essay.
Liu Xiaoli gritted her teeth as she listened. If this had been written by someone else's child, she would have laughed even harder than Zhou Wenqiong.
But Liu Qianqian turned this essay into a boomerang, stabbing herself in unbearable pain.
She was furious, waiting for Liu Qianqian's explanation: "You idiot, you're useless at everything, how can you write an essay like this? If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll beat you to death."
Her gaze at Liu Qianqian was full of murderous intent, but a glimpse out of the corner of her eye made Zhou Xiaobai shudder.
Liu Qianqian's face was full of confusion. The book said that writing essays requires fiction and imagination, so let's use fiction to solve the problem and work on imagination.
As a female protagonist with a system, she naturally has no shortage of imagination.
With this cheat code of space, becoming a cultured entertainer is no longer a dream—she has read quite a few of the classic stories her grandmother kept at home during this time.
In addition, when writing essays, she secretly asked Zhou Xiaobai how to write them, and the answer she got was to turn her imagination into words, let her imagination run wild, and if all else fails, just fill in the word count.
Liu Qianqian thought Xiaobai was right; she had just glanced at his essay—it was about herself.
So, can we write about him?
After much thought, Liu Qianqian finally produced an article that she was very satisfied with.
I thought I could get a perfect score, but you guys just can't see my results and gave me a zero, making all my efforts go to waste.
The key point is that she has always considered herself very smart. She used to say I was stupid, and since I had no facts to refute her, I just tolerated it.
But now that the facts are right in front of me, they're still blindly giving me grades. They're just jealous of my intelligence and don't want me to skip a grade.
Thinking of this, Liu Qianqian was furious: "You're the stupid one! Every word I wrote is worth a fortune. It's impossible for it to get a zero, not even in terms of numbers." She pulled Zhou Xiaobai, the good student, to prove it: "I just asked him, and he said it's fine to write it like this."
Zhou Xiaobai felt as if he had been struck by lightning; he was sitting at home when disaster struck him from the sky.
I only told you to think about it more, and if you couldn't think of anything, just fill up the word count, but what you said is clearly pushing me into a fire pit!
He looked up at Liu Xiaoli, only to see her gaze piercing his heart like an arrow. He then turned to look at his older sister, Zhou Wenqiong, only to find her speechless, her mouth opening and closing as if speaking in riddles.
Zhou Xiaobai stood up shakily, his tongue tumbling out: "Li... Sister Li... I..." He swallowed hard, struggling to finish his sentence, "I didn't, I didn't say that, I meant to tell her to think about it more."
He turned to Liu Qianqian, speaking rapidly in an attempt to salvage the situation: "Explain yourself quickly, I didn't say that."
Liu Qianqian's eyes widened—"You were the one who said you didn't want the credit? You don't want to skip a grade anymore?"
She hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation. In order to let her younger brother appreciate how good his older sister was, she earnestly attributed the credit to Zhou Xiaobai: "Mom, Xiaobai said that's how it was written. He wrote me as a little baby, and a baby means a daughter, so I wrote him as a father."
These words left Zhou Wenqiong, who was listening in, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
She was the one who graded the Chinese language papers. She hadn't thought much about it before, but now Liu Qianqian's words made her think a lot—wasn't this one about a daughter and the other about a father?
Liu Xiaoli felt something, so she took out Zhou Xiaobai's composition, titled "Our Little Baby," and read the contents more carefully—
"Liu Qianqian is our family's darling. She's smart, cute, and everyone's source of joy. But even the darlings sometimes make mistakes, so to ensure our little one grows up happily, I've taken on this important responsibility..."
The word "heavy responsibility" is correct, but when combined with the following content, it seems that only the father can shoulder that heavy responsibility.
Considering Liu Qianqian's essay—isn't this a case of father and daughter working together to commit a crime?
Liu Xiaoli threw down the test paper in her hand, swearing angrily, "Zhou Xiaobai, you little bastard, you want to be a father, don't you? Do you want me to call you 'Dad' too?!"
Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Wenqiong stopped her—she felt that her cousin had gotten so angry that her mouth was crooked, and she couldn't let her continue talking nonsense.
She clenched her fist, and Liu Xiaoli immediately understood—to say anything more about this essay would only be self-humiliating.
Since we can't talk about it, let's take action.
For a moment, the sounds of crying and "slapping" blended together.
Liu Qianqian was the first to be hit, followed by Zhou Xiaobai, and their little bottoms were bruised and battered again.
Although the exam results were not perfect, skipping to the third grade should not be a problem.
As for wanting to study in higher grades? That's a dream for next semester.