Mother and son

"Thank goodness I didn't damage my brain in the fall!"

Zhang Xuezhou was extremely pleased to have made it in time for the adult exam's normal start.

He was also extremely pleased with his answers.

After checking them three times in a row, Zhang Xuezhou was certain that no mental impairment had caused him to answer any questions incorrectly.

He even had time to write out his answers again. Only after comparing the two sets and finding them identical did Zhang Xuezhou hand in his paper with a light heart.

As things stood, as long as the questions did not go beyond the textbooks, an exam like this posed no difficulty for him.

According to his usual routine, Zhang Xuezhou should have gone to eat at the cafeteria.

But Zhang Weimeng was back, so he had to go to the school gate and see his dad, and find out whether he had brought him some lovingly made chicken soup.

"The youthful, energetic students are striding out of the school gates, brimming with confidence. Oh, some are crying. That's not surprising either. Every year, some do well on the exam and some don't. Xuanxuan thinks we should pay attention to the children's mental health..."

At the school gate, Zhang Xuezhou saw no sign of Zhang Weimeng, but unexpectedly found his mother livestreaming.

He could count on Zhang Weimeng for lovingly made chicken soup, but he could never count on Song Fengying.

The former could cook at a chef's level, while the latter was like Xi Shi serving arsenic: one mouthful of her soup had to be followed immediately by water to dilute the taste.

Seeing his mother livestreaming, Zhang Xuezhou did not bother going over to acknowledge her, lest he expose the persona she advertised as a single older woman anxious