132 Scholarship

"He is only twenty-one years old, still young." Zhai Sheng's father said, not lifting his head. He might have said it casually now, but four years later when Zhai Sheng was twenty-five years old and still without a girlfriend, he was not as calm as now.

On the other hand, the results Elder Lee had gotten were very much accurate.

When Qiao Nan went to the school to get her results slip, she saw a bright red banner at the school gate. It read "Congratulations to our student, Qiao Nan, for coming in the first place in the province for middle school exams!"

"Teacher Lee," Qiao Nan greeted politely when she saw her Chinese teacher.

Teacher Lee looked at her beloved pupil, her visage turning red and green similar to those blended colors on a palette. Qiao Nan was perplexed. "Teacher Lee, do you feel unwell today? Would you like to go back to rest?"