"Grandpa, donât be angry." Gu Lingling smiled as she handed tea to Su Changsheng, "Someoneâs putting on a free show for us; it looks quite entertaining."
A show?
This girlâs thoughts are not ordinary at all.
The people next to her couldnât help but break into a cold sweat for Gu Lingling.
The words spoken by this woman called by Meng Feifei seemed reasonable and well-founded.
Could it be that the Su Family really recognized the wrong person?
But looking at the old manâs angry expression, they were a bit uncertain.
What on earth is going on?
But since the person involved said theyâd watch the show, they might as well treat it as a show.
Itâs just that they donât know how the person involved will strike back later.
"Haha, sounds nice. You may not want to work hard, but donât assume others are like you." At this moment, someone appeared at the door, leaning on a cane, wearing glasses, and dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit.
"Who is this?" someone whispered.
"You donât know who this is?" the person next to him whispered in explanation.
Another person who didnât know also perked up their ears to listen.
"This is Mr. Zhou, who just recently received the Best Contribution Model Worker award," the person next to him said.
Mr. Zhou?
Among those present, if anyone still doesnât know who Mr. Zhou is, they probably need to reflect on how out of touch they are.
Mr. Zhou is the archaeology professor at Kyoto University, recently praised by national leaders.
"Why is he here?" someone next to him said, "Could it be that Mr. Zhou has some connection with the Su Family?"
"I donât know about that," the person whispered.
"I know," another person chimed in, "Itâs not that Mr. Zhou has any relation to the Su Family; I heard itâs because the Su Familyâs granddaughter saved Mr. Zhouâs life."
"The place where Mr. Zhou was assigned to back then was the village where the Su Familyâs granddaughter lived," the person said, "I heard that several times his life was on the line, and she saved him."
"Oh, that explains it."
No wonder Mr. Zhou came.
But whatâs the meaning behind what he said?
However, Mr. Zhou soon resolved everyoneâs confusion.
"You say her handwriting used to be ugly?" Mr. Zhou pressed forward, stopping not far from Liu Miao, "A child who started practicing calligraphy with her mother at the age of three, someone who writes calligraphy every day no matter whatâare you saying her handwriting is bad?"
"Her mother taught her enlightenment at three; she learned all her foreign languages from me. Are you saying she knows nothing? Does that mean Iâm a useless teacher?"
"To prepare for the college entrance exam, she started preparing as soon as the information was released, studying late into the night every day."
"All these years, even during your movements and activities, what has she done? Liu Miao, you know, tell us, what has she been doing?"
"Okay then, you donât have to say anything. Letâs ask her instead." Mr. Zhou pointed at Hao Lianlian, "You say youâre Gu Linglingâs good friend? Iâm sorry, I canât agree with what you said."
"As for whoâs a good friend, if this one doesnât speak, no one else has the right."
"I suspect many of you donât know them yet, so let me introduce these two." Mr. Zhou pointed at Hao Lianlian and Zhao Xuefei, "This is Linglingâs childhood friend, a good friend. Theyâve grown up together and studied for the college entrance exam together. Our Lingling was the top scorer in Qin City, and sheâs third."
"As for second, thatâs him. Heâs Linglingâs cousin." Mr. Zhou continued, "The three of them studied and took the exam together."
"And do you know who the top scorer was?"