Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 95 - 092 Jiang Yans Results (Three More)
Chapter 95 -092: Jiang Yan’s Results (Three More)
Chapter 95 -092: Jiang Yan’s Results (Three More)
Although the admission notice hadn’t arrived yet, as soon as Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan’s scores were released, Beijing University’s admissions office called the school, effectively reserving their spots in advance.
Zhu Jin had applied to Beijing University just to try her luck and, unexpectedly, she actually got in.
Yu Hang scored six hundred and seventy-eight, and his choice of Beijing Media University shouldn’t be a problem.
Xiao Qi had six hundred and sixty points, and his admission to Beicheng University was also a sure thing.
Among them, only Wang Xiaole scored slightly lower and she was the only one who applied to a university in another province. Western Province isn’t as developed as Northern Province, and accordingly, the university admission score line is lower there. In the end, she even received an admission notice from Xicheng University.
After knowing his final score, the excitement and agitation in Jiang Yan’s heart soon dissipated, and he and Song Jiawen started to get busy with their separate tasks.
One was working part-time at a gallery while painting; the other was fervently assembling and disassembling computers at home, hoping to save up a bit more money before school started to avoid having to work-study.
In this life, Jiang Yan wanted to fully enjoy his university days and didn’t want to struggle with part-time jobs for tuition anymore.
When Second Uncle Jiang and Third Uncle Jiang came looking for him early in the morning, Jiang Yan was just helping Old Li load ten computers they had assembled the night before onto the truck, then he followed him to sell computers and wholesale parts in the county town.
Their van had just missed crossing paths with the two Jiang brothers by a whisker at the entrance of the residential complex.
Third Uncle Jiang was shrewd; before going upstairs, he deliberately glanced at the balcony on the third floor, saw the clothes hanging there and knew his mother’s guess was correct—Jiang Yan was indeed living here.
But when they got upstairs and stood at the door knocking for quite a while, there was no answer.
“Could he not be home?”
Third Uncle Jiang didn’t buy it, “What time is it now, would he get up at seven in the morning? Second Brother, have you forgotten what time he used to get up back in our hometown?”
Getting up at nine was considered early; often he wouldn’t wake up until ten or eleven, just in time for lunch, loafing to the point of death.
“He must still be asleep, didn’t hear us in the bedroom.”
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With that thought, they changed from knocking to forcefully banging on the door with a ‘pap pap pap’ sound.
But instead of opening the door, they ended up disturbing the neighbors above and below.
Professor Xu who lived downstairs came up and surveyed the two men, saying dissatisfiedly, “What are you pounding on the door for so early in the morning? Who are you looking for? Xiaohuang or Little Yan?”
Xiaohuang? Who is Xiaohuang?
The two brothers were a bit confused, but luckily they heard the latter name “Little Yan” clearly and hurriedly said, “We’re looking for Jiang Yan, we are his uncles, his real uncles.”
“Jiang Yan’s uncles?”
Professor Xu pushed up the glasses on his nose bridge, somewhat skeptical.
In recent days, all the old professors in the complex had become familiar with Jiang Yan and Huang Mao; the two boys were very capable. Although not very talkative, every time there was something heavy that needed moving, they would carry it to the door without a second thought.
If a light bulb in the hallway went out, Jiang Yan could fix it on the fly—much more efficient than the property management.
Thus, over this period, the two young lads won the affection of these seniors who also happened to know exactly what they were busy with every day.
They collected old computers, disassembled them, reassembled them, and then resold them.
It was a job that required skills.
And it made these old folks look at them with new respect.
Huang Mao was a bit more talkative, and he accidentally blurted out that Jiang Yan had no one to look after him, and he had to earn his college tuition by himself.
Professor Xu lived downstairs from the Jiang family and had a clearer understanding of their situation. He was already displeased with Shu Wan’s neglect of her child, and now, seeing a man who claimed to be Jiang Yan’s uncle, he asked with suspicion, “Your real uncle? What are you here for Jiang Yan?”
“Of course, to take him back to his hometown. His grandparents miss him, so they sent us to bring him back for a few days and celebrate as well. The child got into Beijing University; this is a big happy event for our Old Jiang Family.”
“Yes, a big happy event. Tomorrow I also need to go over there and tell his father, see how proud his son has made him, getting into the best university in the country just like that.”
The two brothers were in high spirits, even jesting with Professor Xu, “You live right below him, right? He must have bothered you a lot being by himself, that kid has a bit of a temper, please be more forgiving…”
Professor Xu ignored the rest of their conversation, his eyes widened as he asked Jiang Lao San, “What did you just say? Which school did Jiang Yan get into?”
“Beijing University, of course. He scored 702 on the college entrance exam, a real feat, almost two hundred points higher than Song Laosan’s daughter from our village and only a few points shy of Song Laosan’s daughter, the provincial top scorer… My great-nephew is impressive!”
I think you’re the impressive one, with your 702 and provincial top scorers… Which village do you come from, exactly?
Professor Xu was skeptical and his doubtful gaze irked Uncle Jiang, “If you don’t believe it, you can go ask at the City No. 1 Middle School. The scores are out; could they still be fake?”
Having said that, he no longer wanted to deal with Professor Xu and turned around, raising his hand to knock on the door again with “thud thud” sounds, all the while complaining, “Is the kid deaf? How can he not hear after knocking for so long?”
Professor Xu was so annoyed by the knocking that he said irritably, “Stop knocking, Jiang Yan is a hardworking kid. He’s definitely not at home at this hour; he’s gone out with Xiaohuang.”
After speaking, he turned to go downstairs but stopped after a few steps, turning back to warn Jiang Lao San, “I’m telling you, stop knocking so loudly. This community is full of elderly people, keep it up, and someone will have a heart attack right in front of you.”
As he walked downstairs, he was still muttering to himself, that girl should be at home; why didn’t she open the door?
After Professor Xu left, Jiang Lao Er and Jiang Lao San also went downstairs one after another. Since Jiang Yan wasn’t home, what’s the point in lingering around foolishly?
“What should we do, third brother? Shall we wait?”
Jiang Lao San pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, “Forget it, who knows when he will be back. Where can we wait in this hot weather?”
“So… come back tomorrow?”
“Yeah, let’s come over at six tomorrow morning. He can’t possibly be getting up early to go out again, can he?”
“He shouldn’t. It’s a good chance to take him to see big brother. From last year until now, he seems to have not visited his father even once, right?”
“Indeed…”
Song Jiawen stood on the balcony watching the two Jiang brothers leave the neighborhood and heaved a long sigh of relief.
Really, if nobody answers after a couple of knocks, doesn’t that mean there’s nobody home?
Why did they keep knocking so fiercely?
It made her nervous even inside the house.
….
At the same time, downstairs, Professor Xu returned home and started pacing circles in the living room, the more he thought about what Jiang Yan’s uncle said, the less it seemed to add up.
702 points, were those really Jiang Yan’s results?
His spouse, dizzy from watching him pace, asked what was going on. After hearing the story, she laughed at him for being silly. “If you want to know Jiang Yan’s real score, why not just call Xiao Gao? Isn’t he the one who taught the senior class this year?”
It so happened that Mr. Gao, the homeroom teacher of City No. 1 Middle School’s senior class (1), was a student of Professor Xu. He would visit for every Mid-Autumn and Spring Festival; they had a rather close relationship.
