Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

She Also Wanted a Perfect Score (2)

Teacher Tang said that her mother was the only college student in this village, and her score on the college entrance examination still held the record until now.

Jiang Xing was so angry. He didn’t understand why she got more and more stinky; she was just a bit coquettish at first. Jiang Xing poked her little face and said, “You stinky girl, wait for me.” He then went outside; nobody knew what for.

When he came back, there was a man behind him with a toolbox in his hand.

“We will install a phone at home.” Jiang Xing said. “After the New Year, I will often be outside. It’s too embarrassing if we keep going to the school to borrow a phone. It’s inconvenient if we don’t have a phone to communicate.”

There were not many people who installed a phone in their house within the village. The people there were straightforward, and there were generally not many people out there that they need to contact anyway.

Jiang Xiumei felt that it was a waste and there was no need to install a phone. But now, her son had a business, no longer unemployed like before. She gritted her teeth and decided to listen to him and let the workers install one.

After tinkering for a while, the phone was finally installed. But it would take two days before the line would be connected.

Jiang Xing picked up Jiang Xiaoman and told her to play with it, and asked her to memorize the home’s phone number.

It was not difficult to remember a string of numbers.

Because she owed a lot of debt to the system at her young age, she was susceptible to numbers. She could remember the numbers after repeating them just a few times.

Jiang Xing smiled and said, “You have such a good memory. Our Xiaoman is amazing; not only can she read, but she can also count.”

Jiang Xiaoman was very happy and snorted, feeling incredibly proud.

Not only could she memorize numbers, but she also wrote a diary. But this was her secret that she did not tell anyone.

In the beginning, Jiang Xiaoman didn’t have the habit of writing diaries. This so-called diary was originally lettered for Yu Qingshi.

At that time, Jiang Xiaoman didn’t know many words, so she could only write one page of paper with her ugly handwriting. Because she inherited Jiang Xiumei’s sense of frugality, she felt that sending a letter with just one page was a waste of money. So she decided to write a few more pages and send them together after they accumulated.

But while she was accumulating them, before she could send them, Yu Qingshi told her that he was about to start school. Jiang Xiaoman didn’t know whether he could still receive her letter after he went to school, and she didn’t want to disturb his studies, so she ended up not sending them.

But she kept the habit of writing daily, and it turned into writing a diary. She recorded what she did every day, what fun things she found and what new words she learned.

Children forget things quickly. When Yu Qingshi started school, Jiang Xiaoman initially felt sad, but gradually she no longer felt sad anymore.

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Two days later, the phone at home was finally connected. The person Jiang Xing contacted the most now was Yu Wencheng, and he could dial his number without even thinking anymore. After they finished talking about business matters, Jiang Xing was about to hang up, but he suddenly remembered something called Xiaoman over. He handed her the phone.

“Give your friend a New Year greeting. ”

Her friend?

Jiang Xiaoman hadn’t caught up yet. She held the phone with both hands and obediently said “hello,” but the other party did not speak.

“Hello, how are you?” Jiang Xiaoman said again.

There was nothing but the sound of static electricity.

The other party felt like a boring gourd and did not say a word, but the call did not hang up – the line was still up.

Jiang Xiaoman glanced at the phone strangely. The way the other person stayed silent for a long time resembled someone she knew, so she tried asking. “How are you, little friend?”

“Little friend Yu Qingshi?”

Under Jiang Xiaoman’s continuous probing, the other party finally replied.

“En. Hello, Jiang Xiaoman.”

It was Yu Qingshi.

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