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At the end of June, the results of the college entrance examination were released.

Zhang Rongshan got up very early, and the first thing he did was not brush his teeth or wash his face, but carry the small blackboard he had prepared in advance to the store entrance.

He had written the chalk writing last night, drafting it three times in bed before finalizing the final version:

"Closed today. There are students taking the college entrance exam in the family who need to check their scores. We will be open as usual tomorrow."

Liu Guilan said that writing "rest today" would be enough; who would read so many words?

Zhang Rongshan said that's different; we need to let people know why our family is taking a break.

Liu Guilan said, "You just want people to ask how many points your son got on the test."

Zhang Rongshan didn't respond. He placed the blackboard in the most conspicuous position by the door, took two steps back to examine it, and then stepped forward to thicken the three characters "高考考生" (Gaokao Candidate) in bold.

Early that morning, Zhang Rongshan moved a small square table out from the balcony, set out several bowls of stir-fried dishes, several plates of dried fruit, and several wine cups. He then took out the incense that he hadn't finished using during the New Year from the drawer. His hands trembled as he tried to light it with a lighter, taking three tries before he could finally get it lit.

Liu Guilan muttered "May our ancestors bless Yifan so he can get good grades" beside her, and Zhang Rongshan repeated it after her, his tone even more solemn than when he recited his oath of joining the Party.

The cigarette smoke rose gently, circled the balcony twice, and was then dispersed by the wind.

Zhang Rongshan spilled the wine from the wine cup onto the ground, while Liu Guilan rearranged the dried fruit on the side of the plate. Both of them looked devout.

After the ceremony, Liu Guilan turned around and glanced at Zhang Yifan's tightly closed bedroom door.

She took off her apron and draped it over the back of the chair, walked to the bedroom door, and turned the doorknob without even knocking before going inside.

She stood by the bed, took a deep breath, then bent down and whispered in Zhang Yifan's ear, instantly transforming into Ultraman Tiga:

"Hey! It's starting, why aren't you starting yet?! The noodles are practically falling over!"

Zhang Yifan was still having a bunch of messy dreams when he was suddenly dragged out of his sleep by that extremely penetrating "qia".

He opened his eyes and saw his mother's face, which seemed to say, "Why are you still sleeping?"

In the days immediately following the end of the college entrance examination, he was treated like a panda at home. His mother would cook whatever he wanted to eat, and she would quietly close the door and let him sleep in whenever he wanted to get up. There was always freshly washed fruit on the table.

It's only been a few days! He went from a giant panda to a roadside animal!

One of the strange family rules in Shandong Province: When your mother transforms into Ultraman Tiga, you must get up immediately, or you will be severely punished!

He struggled to reach his phone and glanced at the time.

Blanch it! It's not even seven o'clock yet!

He placed his phone screen face down on the bed and closed his eyes in anguish.

Thankfully it wasn't winter, so his mother would just put her hand under the covers and press it against his back. Her hand was icy cold after washing dishes in cold water, and pressing it against his back was enough to force him to turn on.

In comparison, summer only requires enduring sonic attacks, which is already considered mild.

He slipped on his slippers and went into the bathroom. After washing up, he sat down at the dining table.

The table was indeed empty.

He glanced at the kitchen; the stove was spotless, the pot wasn't even hot, the noodles hadn't been cooked at all, and there was no possibility of him being imprisoned.

He glanced into the kitchen again, unwilling to give up, to make sure his mother hadn't even turned on the stove.

He looked at Zhang Rongshan with a mournful expression.

Zhang Rongshan was sitting on the sofa watching the morning news when he felt his son's gaze. He shrugged at his son, giving him a helpless look.

Zhang Yifan could only helplessly start looking at his phone.

Ever since Tang Xiaonuan had her car accident and changed instructors, the four of them have been practicing driving at an incredible pace.

Li Mingyuan personally intervened, and the new coach dared not slack off at all after Lao Fang was dismissed. In addition, due to Tang Zhengchuan's influence, the interval between the second and third driving tests was shortened to the shortest possible time.

The driver's licenses for all four people are on their way; they're just waiting to receive them.

He's been exposed to the scorching sun every day during training, but thankfully Shen Zhiyi tirelessly sprays him with sunscreen, preventing him from turning into a walking charcoal briquette.

Shen Zhiyi carries sunscreen spray with her at all times. Every two hours, she takes it out and sprays him vigorously. After spraying, she carefully checks behind his ears and the back of his neck to make sure there are no missed spots.

In contrast, Zongwen's situation was quite different.

Tang Xiaonuan asked him if he used sunscreen spray, and he patted his chest and said that a real man never uses sunscreen, and then he turned into a walking piece of charcoal.

While waiting for the noodles to be cooked, Zhang Yifan took out his phone and sent Shen Zhiyi a WeChat message: "Are you up yet?"

Shen Zhiyi replied instantly: "Up so early?"

Zhang Yifan replied, "There's nothing I can do, the results are out today, and my mom woke me up early."

Shen Zhiyi replied with a laughing cat emoji.

She had long since figured out Zhang Yifan's daily routine: he slept later than a dog and woke up later than a pig.

After finishing the college entrance exam, she went to driving school to practice driving. Every morning, she was the first to arrive, while Zhang Yifan was the last to arrive.

Once she asked him what time he went to bed last night, and he honestly said two o'clock.

Shen Zhiyi always tells him to go to bed earlier, but he always argues, "Why sleep so much while alive? We'll sleep forever after we die!"

Shen Zhiyi rolled her eyes at him several times in anger.

Are you nervous about the results coming out?

Shen Zhiyi sent another message.

"I'm not nervous."

Zhang Yifan typed three words and sent them.

He was genuinely not nervous at all.

According to the timeline the system mentioned, he could still score 680 points even if he focused all his attention on Lin Wanqing.

Now that his IQ has increased by ten points, if he can't score 700, it would be a real waste of the system's reward.

He wasn't nervous; he was just curious about how many points he got on the test.

He then asked again, "Are you nervous? Don't cry if you lose to me."

Shen Zhiyi instantly replied with a cat emoji of an angry cat clenching its fist, followed by the message: "Just don't deny it if you lost!"

Zhang Yifan looked at his phone screen and laughed out loud, then felt two pairs of eyes fall on him at the same time.

He instinctively turned his phone screen upside down on the table, looked up, and saw Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan standing behind him, their faces full of gossip.

Zhang Yifan looked at the two of them speechlessly.

The two of them looked away at the same time. Liu Guilan turned to the kitchen to check the noodle pot, muttering, "The water's boiling, the water's boiling." Zhang Rongshan sat back down on the sofa, coughed lightly, and changed the channel.

After breakfast, the family of three sat down at the computer desk.

Liu Guilan sat in the middle, holding a mouse, and clicked refresh every few seconds.

Zhang Rongshan stood behind her, his hands supporting him on the back of the chair, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Zhang Yifan sat next to him, his arm resting on the edge of the table. His expression was calm, but his toes were lightly kicking the table leg intermittently.

The score inquiry system opened at 9:00 AM sharp.

Liu Guilan clicked the query button. The loading circle on the page spun for two minutes before a white message popped up: Too many people are currently accessing the site. Please try again later.

She clicked refresh again, and the loading circle spun for another two minutes before the same message popped up again.

She refreshed the page countless times, but each time the result was the same.

Zhang Rongshan couldn't stand still any longer. He walked from behind her to the living room window, then walked back, then walked there again, going back and forth about a hundred times.

"It's out! It's out!"

Liu Guilan suddenly shouted, her voice sharp and bright.

Zhang Rongshan rushed back to his computer desk, taking three steps at a time, and almost tripped over the coffee table leg.

The page did indeed refresh.

However, all subjects only have three asterisks.

Chinese ***, Math ***, English ***......Total score ***.

At the very bottom, there is a line of small gray text: "The candidate's score has been blocked. Please wait for a text message notification."