"Mom, this is Ye Jian. She's really famous at our school. She's a genius." While they were eating, Yang Heng brought his mother to Ye Jian's table and highlighted, "She participated in the World Science Olympiad when she was in eighth grade. At that time, she was still in Junior High but she had already learned higher mathematics. She helped our country win a gold medal."
Mother Yang's smile got deeper as she listened to her son. This lady looked very clean and refreshing too. When she wore her school uniform, she gave off an aura like a cherry blossom blooming in winter. She looked gentle when she pursed her lips slightly and smiled. Even without her results, her appearance gave people a good impression.
"That's good. You brought glory to our nation. You're really a good student. Your parents must be proud of you," Mother Yang complimented Ye Jian sincerely. She didn't know that this young lady's parents were dead. Yang Heng wasn't able to stop her in time.