Zhou Yang turned ashen at his uncle Zhou Xing's uncompromising words.
His father had told him that he was not particularly close to his younger brother, Zhou Xing.
For one thing, the brothers were eight years apart, leaving a deep generation gap between them.
For another, Zhou Yang's father had done far worse in school than Zhou Xing when they were young. Jealous of his younger brother, he had sabotaged him more than once.
Although they were brothers, neither particularly liked the other.
Zhou Yang's father had been a mediocre student and had taken the college entrance exam before the apocalypse.
But even before the apocalypse, when there were more universities and more places available, he had failed to get into one. After graduation, he had become an ordinary freight worker.
Zhou Xing, an outstanding student, had only taken the college entrance exam after the apocalypse, yet he had successfully entered an academy and become an education department official after graduation.
That enormous disparity in status had driven their families even further apart.
If their mother had not expressed her dying wish that the brothers get along better and that Zhou Xing lend his older brother a hand, Zhou Xing probably would have cut all contact with their family for good.
Zhou Yang's father had also realized that his younger brother now held power and influence and was an important figure on the outskirts of the safe zone. He had abandoned his cold mockery and begun groveling and fawning over his brother instead.
Although Zhou Xing disliked his older brother, he had helped him out for the sake of their mother's dying wish, and because his brother had repeatedly apologized and admitted his faults.
So if Zhou Yang caused serious trouble, Zhou Xing was perfectly capable of hardening his heart