He was holding his exam paper and showing off the little red flower on his hand.
At the moment, he seemed not to understand why the battle had dragged him in, so he pointed at himself, looking thoroughly confused.
But after a few seconds, he remembered the important thing again.
"Mom, the teacher said we need a parent's signature this time."
As he handed it over, he rubbed his hands behind his back. Obviously, after his younger brother said he was second, for him to mention his rank would be cliché and foolish.
But letting Mom discover it herself was different.
He pointed below the teacher's comment "Great Progress." "Mom, sign here."
Bo Xin smiled. He had really learned to be clever.
Such big characters—who couldn't see them?
Before even entering the room, she had taken a black pen and written "Bo Xin" on the paper. Because she had studied medicine, her handwriting was elegant.
Of course, this was for a parent's signature, so she held back a little.
Finally, she patted Yanyi's head and praised, "Great progress! Awesome."
Ji Yanyi grinned and scratched his head.
The air smelled good. After settling the big matter, Ji Yanyi noticed it.
When he looked up, he was startled.
But he would never forget that his father had misunderstood his mother and abandoned this family because he wasn't biological.
He sat down sulkily in his seat, firmly planted.
Bo Xin glanced from one to the other.
Indeed, Yanyi was really bad at ignoring people. Compared to Yuxu eating quietly, his face was turned stubbornly in the opposite direction, to the point where he could barely get food into his mouth.
Didn't that just show how much he cared?
Bo Xin shook her head and focused on eating. First a bite of sauerkraut fish, then a bite of sweet and sour pork ribs.
She really preferred sweet and sour things.
The quality of this restaurant was indeed top-notch.
"Where did you buy this?"
Ji Xingzhi didn't care about the name; he only knew that place had a lot of people, which he trusted. People's choices wouldn't lie.
As it turned out, it was cheap and delicious.
"It's the one near the bicycle shop, left of the department store."
Ji Xingzhi offered voluntarily: "If you like it, we'll get more."
Then he wiped the grease from his hands, obviously done eating.
Bo Xin watched his movements. He had barely eaten a few bites. She didn't know if it was physical or psychological loss of appetite.
Or maybe it was both.
Bo Xin tilted her chin toward her room. "If you're full, go rest."
Ji Xingzhi pressed his lips together, glanced at the two children, and said, "I'd better sleep on the couch. If the wound gets worse, the consequences would be more serious."
Bo Xin paused, then looked at him teasingly.
"When did I say I would sleep with you?"
As a doctor, how could she not understand that?
She meant Ji Xingzhi would have the room to himself, while she slept in the children's room.
Whose room?
Bo Xin's eyes swept back and forth, then settled on Yanyi.
Compared to Yuxu, Yanyi's behavior tonight was stranger.
As for the reason she came up with:
"Let me hear the story of this little red flower."
Ji Yanyi's eyes widened. Was he finally reaping the benefits of his poor grades?
After three years of study, as the older brother, he was outdone by his younger brother in everything, leaving him feeling defeated.
He had been overthinking all afternoon.
Finally, the teacher called him out, saying he had improved—was he going to go backward again?
The teacher told him not to let down the homeroom teacher's little red flower.
He touched the tiger-mouth area; he hadn't removed it yet. Now was the perfect time to show his little brother.
Because "only the Star of Progress gets this."
Jiang Yuxu's expression darkened. He tried to force a sneer, but failed.