CHAPTER 71: CHAPTER 55: BURNED INCENSE FOR 8 GENERATIONS [ASKING FOR MONTHLY VOTES]

The reporters’ interview was delayed but eventually took place.

It wasn’t their fault, really; the principal had put up a strong block before, and then they visited the students’ homes for a round of interviews this morning...

Goodness, if they weren’t from the official station, just the neighbors’ explanations of the parents’ attitudes were enough to make another drama!

[—The poor scholarly genius endured hunger and cold. Clearly exceptional, yet still receiving no parental care, she could only hide her longing in her heart, turning it into an endless drive for studying...]

In short, the provincial station felt they were being exploited——

This episode was for a collaborative genius-themed program with the national TV station; this sob story topic didn’t fit.

Ah, the local station, either always mediating family disputes or mother-in-law wars, had a narrow path but they understand...

...

If it weren’t for the genius theme, this topic could indeed boost viewership!

Listen to that!

These are the true voices of the people!

The entire neighborhood has nothing but praise for the top scorer of the college entrance exam, and everyone says the Chu Fugui family is unnatural, claiming the top scorer’s life has always been tough...

Ah!

The wrong subject was chosen!

A billion-dollar opportunity missed!

Look, even the top scorer’s neighbors keep exclaiming: "Little He has been good at studying since childhood. I always knew she’d be successful..."

While also casting a competitive glance next door: "A good bamboo shoot from a rotten tree! Chu Fugui and Bai Mei must have burned incense for eight generations."

The provincial station’s subject—no, the meaning is more high-end, but the local station wanted to ride the wave of this trending topic.

However, after knocking on the door for ages, no one opened, the phone was unreachable, and the supermarket said Bai Mei had taken a day off today...

What a mess!

Miss the timing, and the buzz is halved.

The reporters, left with no choice, had to abandon and hurried back to the school after realizing it late.

...

When a group of reporters with cameras finally walked away, Chu Fugui dared let out a slight groan.

"Oh... oh..."

Heaven can bear witness, just before dawn, that suddenly transformed demon of a daughter barged into the room, smashed their phone without a word, and started a physical onslaught against them!

Not even sparing her mother one bit—two punches and Bai Mei was curled up on the floor...

Even threatened them—

"Contact the station for an interview about me again, and I’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed, believe it or not?"

Oh, they believed it alright.

The last time she fought, the child’s father was bedridden for three days, and there wasn’t even a scratch to be found afterward!

Where on earth did she learn this?

Now both of them ache all over their bodies, just a light beating, and they can’t even get out of bed...

Bai Mei got hit too.

"Boo hoo..."

Chu Fugui buried his head in the pillow, sobbing quietly.

Life is too miserable!

The booze is gone, they’ve taken a beating, and there’s no gain in reputation at all...

So what’s the point of raising a daughter? Had he known she’d have such strength fed well, he should have fought back when he could, and not feared the neighborhood committee, oh boo hoo...

The more Chu Fugui thought about it, the more he regretted and feared, and he let out another howl, burying his head in grief.

He couldn’t help but blame Bai Mei: "Useless! If it weren’t for your idea to do the interview, we wouldn’t have gotten beaten! Now we can’t even cook a meal..."

Bai Mei, equally in pain and unable to move at all, naturally couldn’t cook: "..."

"Her father, I didn’t expect this either... I just felt bad for you not having good wine, so I contacted the TV station, and they said they’d pay 3000 bucks..."

Now, all is lost, like scooping water with a bamboo basket.

They didn’t dare anymore.

Heavens! Bai Mei felt faint at the thought: What sin have we committed?

From behind thin, non-soundproof walls, someone next door raised their voice:

"That Bai Mei, a mother who does nothing right, still has a sour face, who would’ve thought she could have a good daughter like Chu River, good heavens, truly blind to justice!"

You could tell immediately it was the neighbor, Sister Gao.

Bai Mei’s eyes blinked, and tears streamed down as she thought:

This truly is a cruel fate, to have such a demon for a daughter?

...

At this moment, Tianshui Second High School was adorned with banners, brimming with festivity, flaunting the most glorious achievement since its establishment!

points!

Listen!

Listen!

The principal was beaming, loud enough to be heard half a field away: "I always said seven is my lucky number..."

And there at the school gate corridor, in the excellent student display section, Chu River’s picture dominated the first row’s center position!

The score was marked in bright red, swaying the hearts of visiting parents, wishing their children could take the exam again just to experience such glory.