People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Chapter 192 Students from 3 Classes

Zhuang Chaoying, holding a stool, helped Lin Gong change the fuse, shining a flashlight on the switch while muttering to herself.

"I was afraid the fuse would blow, so I didn't even dare to turn on the fan. Well, it still burned out."

"Teacher Zhuang, please take another picture from above!"

After changing the fuse, the two of them sat in the yard, eating watermelon.

"Mr. Lin, the cut-off scores for No. 1 High School will be released tomorrow. I compared them with the previous admission scores, and Dongzhe and Pengfei are both eligible."

Lin Wufeng smiled happily, his gratitude evident. "That's wonderful! Teacher Zhuang, Dongzhe's good grades wouldn't have been possible without your, Tu Nan's, and Xiao Ting's help. Tomorrow, after I accompany Song Ying to see Dongzhe's results, we'll have a good drink together."

Zhuang Chaoying looked at him and laughed. Lin Gong really treated Song Ying exceptionally well. "Are you taking a day off tomorrow? Afraid Song Ying will beat up Dong Zhe?"

Lin Wufeng ate watermelon and sighed slightly: "You were right. I'm worried about Song Ying. The cutoff score for this high school is high. If Dongzhe really doesn't get in, Song Ying has been holding back her anger for months. I'm afraid she'll get angry, so I'll let her come along."

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Lin Dongzhe stared intently at the television screen, not blinking.

Tu Nan looked at him. "Dong Zhe, come closer, just get inside the TV."

"Brother Tunan, don't talk, just look!"

Xiaoting used to occasionally pick up a sunflower seed and eat it casually, but as the competition intensified, she completely forgot about eating sunflower seeds.

She clasped her hands tightly together, her lips slightly pursed.

At this moment, the commentator's voice was trembling with excitement, almost hoarse: "Ten rings, Xu Haifeng, ten rings, now it's up to his last two shots."

"Hahaha! Dad, Uncle Lin, come in quickly, we're about to fire the last two shots!"

Lin Dongzhe was so excited that his face turned red. He shouted loudly into the yard, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

When Zhuang Chaoying heard her son calling her, she didn't even bother to finish the watermelon in her hand. She quickly stood up and rushed into the house, afraid of missing this exciting moment.

"A perfect 10 on the last shot! Xu Haifeng overcame interference and scored 566 points, winning the country's first gold medal by a mere one point!" The resounding voice seemed to burst through the television screen.

"Xu Haifeng!"

"We won! We won!"

The three of them jumped up in excitement.

Lin Dongzhe was so excited that his mind went blank, and his body ran over uncontrollably, hugging Xiaoting tightly.

At that moment, joy overwhelmed him.

Tu Nan was still immersed in the immense joy of China winning its first gold medal, his hands tightly wrapped around his father's shoulders, shaking him and cheering.

The moment the two embraced, he stepped forward, separated them, and kicked Lin Dongzhe hard in the butt. "You little brat, you're asking for it! Let go!"

The two then realized that their behavior was somewhat inappropriate and quickly let go of each other's hands.

Xiaoting's face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple. She turned around in a fluster, lowered her head slightly, and pursed her lips: "I'll go get you some popsicles. You must be quite hot!"

After saying that, he hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

On television, the commentator continued his passionate narration: "This is China's first gold medal in history, achieving a breakthrough of 'zero' gold medals for our country at the Olympics. It is also the first medal of this Olympics, and IOC President Samaranch presented him with the medal."

In the video, Xu Haifeng stands on the podium, his posture upright, with the red flag slowly rising behind him, and the song playing throughout the stadium.

What caught the US off guard was that our country swept both the gold and silver medals. They only prepared one flag. They didn't expect us to be so strong, winning two medals in our first Olympic Games!

This moment will be forever etched in history, becoming an immortal monument in the history of Chinese sports, and officially marking the beginning of my country's glorious path to dominating the Olympic Games.

Lin Dongzhe, however, was somewhat absent-minded; his thoughts were no longer on the gold medal. His mind was replaying the image of him instinctively running to hug Xiaoting.

Why was it that, in that exciting moment, the first person I wanted to hug was Xiaoting, not someone else?

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yard.

Song Ying and Lin Dongzhe stood in the courtyard, waiting for 8:30, the auspicious time chosen by the master, so they could go out and check Lin Dongzhe's exam results.

Lin Dongzhe stood to the side, unconsciously clutching the hem of his clothes with both hands, his head slightly lowered.

"Ring ring ring," the alarm clock rang.

Upon hearing the alarm clock, Song Ying quickly went into the room and deftly turned it off.

"Wu Feng, the time has come! We mustn't miss the auspicious hour!"

At this moment, Zhuang Chaoying was still holding the leftover steamed buns from yesterday. While chewing, she looked at her daughter Xiaoting and asked with concern, "Xiaoting, do you want your parents to go with you?"

Tu Nan was already impatient. Holding his bicycle keys, he waved vigorously at Xiao Ting: "Mom and Dad, you two just wait at home. I'll ride my bike and take Xiao Ting to see the results. With my sister's grades, she'll definitely be fine!"

Zhuang Chaoying wiped her hands on her apron and took out a camera from the cabinet. "Tu Nan, take a picture of Xiaoting and Dongzhe at the honor roll."

Tu Nan took the camera. "Okay, I'll have them stand next to Pengfei's grades and take a picture together."

Huang Ling saw Tu Nan and Xiao Ting off with a smile, only to see Song Ying, who had already dressed herself neatly, about to lead Lin Dongzhe out.

Song Ying asked curiously, "Sister Ling, aren't you going with us?"

Huang Ling waved her hand: "I won't go, Tu Nan can come with me. Tu Nan, ride your bike slowly and be careful."

Song Ying watched Xiao Ting and Tu Nan's departing figures, then turned to look at Huang Ling.

"Sister Ling, you're really confident. Xiaoting and Tunan are good at studying, so you don't need to worry about them. Unlike Lin Dongzhe, who only scored four points above the previous cutoff. Wu Feng, can you still come out? The master said 8:30 is an auspicious time, going out at this time will definitely bring good luck."

"Mom, maybe I shouldn't go. You and Dad can go."

Upon hearing this, Song Ying immediately reached out and took her son's hand.

"That won't do, you have to go. If you pass the exam, we'll all be happy; if you don't, your dad and I will take it out on you. We've been holding it in for months, I need to vent!"

Just then, Lin Wufeng quickly came out of the house and straightened his clothes.

"Mr. Lin, Dongzhe will definitely pass the exam."

Lin Wufeng turned around. "Sister Ling, then I'll take your good wishes!"

After saying that, he walked with Song Ying and Lin Dongzhe toward the place where the list was displayed.

Huang Ling walked into the house, sat down in a chair, and ate her breakfast at a leisurely pace.

"Chaoying, after we finish dinner, let's go buy some groceries and celebrate with Xiaoting tonight."

Zhuang Chaoying swallowed the bun in her mouth. "Okay, I want to eat stir-fried pork kidneys. The ones you made last time were quite delicious."

“If they have it at the market, we’ll buy it and I’ll cook it for you.”

Zhuang Tunan squeezed his way to the notice board and looked at the cutoff scores and the list of names.

"You passed the exam! Xiaoting, Dongzhe, and Pengfei all passed!"

Just as Song Ying reached the bulletin board, she heard Tu Nan's unusually loud voice. "Wu Feng, I think I heard Dong Zhe's name."

Lin Wufeng pulled Song Ying forward, pushing her along. "Song Ying, over here! Dongzhe's name! Xiaoting is first, and Pengfei got in too!"

Song Ying clasped her hands together. "I passed the exam! Thank you, Bodhisattva, for your blessing!"

Three more students from No. 1 Middle School have appeared in the alley.