Just as class ended, Jiang Zhiwu couldn't wait to dash to the front row, "Mianmian, you're amazing, you even got a perfect score!"
Jiang Mianmian responded seriously, "Brother, you have to call me Mianmian at school, you can't call me San Ya."
"Okay!" Jiang Zhiwu agreed very readily.
On the other side, Jiang Changhai hummed a little tune as he strolled along, arriving in the fields well after the start of the work day.
This time, the scorekeeper didn't hassle him but asked with a curious expression, "Eldest Jiang, you took your San Ya to school? How did it go?"
The others all pricked up their ears, waiting for his response.
Jiang Changhai immediately straightened up, a look of pride on his face, "Our Mianmian has already passed the exam, she's now sitting in the fourth-grade classroom!"
Zhang Guihua's face lit up with joy, as she sprang up from the ridge and grabbed her son's hand, "Eldest, are you telling the truth?!"