Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 237 - 213 Gaokao scores!_2

Someone like Xia Tiao, who’s been subjected to militaristic education ever since he was young and doesn’t even drink water or beverages during meals – has never seen such a way of eating before.

Watching Little Tiangao scoop up the mixed rice and bring it to her mouth bite by bite, suddenly made the plain white rice in his own bowl seem less appetizing.

Hesitating for two seconds, he also took the serving spoon and scooped some soup from the braised pork ribs onto his plate, copying Little Tiangao’s method and mixed himself a bowl, then chewed on it after taking a bite.

Xia Tiao: Fuck...

What is this heavenly delight??

Xia Xian saw his usually self-disciplined older brother almost finish his second bowl of rice, lazily resting his chin on one hand, and teased, "Big brother, I feel like you’ve gotten a bit fatter since you came back to the country? Will your colleagues in O-Alliance still recognize you?"

Xia Tiao glanced at him, "I exercise every day, I won’t get fat. It’s you, the second brother, who often appears on TV, should be more cautious about his image."

Xia Xing, who was focused on eating, suddenly felt called out and was somewhat guilty.

He knew he needed to maintain his figure! freewebnøvel.com

But every time he saw Little Tiangao eating, he just couldn’t control himself!

Xu He simply laughed it off, "Ah, with your height, a few extra pounds would hardly show! Hurry and eat up, or I’ll leave it all for Little Tiangao!"

Over at Xia Ye’s side, the phone she had just placed back on the table buzzed again.

Jiang: It’s been a long time since you accompanied me for a meal. Aren’t you lacking Spiritual Energy?

Xia Ye stared at the message for a while, suddenly realizing that indeed, she hadn’t felt that sense of depletion from a lack of Spiritual Energy for quite some time.

She hadn’t even remembered it herself, but her ’cultivation companion’ kept it in mind for her.

So proactive in wanting to Transferring Spiritual Energy to her.

Ever since her ’cultivation companion’ came to the human world, he seems to have become more adorable.

Indifferent Heaven: I indeed haven’t been lacking recently, will seek you out when I do~ [Blow Kiss]

A few minutes later, Jiang Xuan replied with a voice message.

Xia Ye thought no more of it, directly opening the message and lifting it to her ear.

Who knew the app would glitch, and the voice that was supposed to come from the earpiece for only Xia Ye to hear, suddenly played on the loudspeaker mode.

Everyone at the dinner table heard it loud and clear, without exception.

Jiang Xuan said, "Alright, seems I overfed you last time."

The man’s magnetic, deep voice, like the strings of a cello, set off alarms in the heads of everyone who was whipped for their daughters and sisters at the table.

There was immediate silence beside the dining table; everyone almost simultaneously put down their chopsticks.

No one spoke out loud, but the inner monologues were so rich they almost bubbled over.

What does he mean by overfed?

Overfed with what?

Was that sleazy comment from that Jiang guy?

Wife, where’s my three-meter-long machete?!

Although Xia Ye couldn’t read minds, she also sensed something amiss.

Her ’cultivation companion’s’ words did indeed have an ambiguity to them, even more suggestive than what he meant to convey!

She cleared her throat, breaking the damning silence, and before anyone could ask, she took the initiative to explain, "He... he treated me to roast chicken last time, and fed me too much, so lately I’ve not really felt like eating chicken."

The whole table squinted their eyes, examining her earnest expression for a moment, and gradually calmed down.

Xia Xian: "So that’s it, third brother did notice you eating less chicken lately."

Xia Xing: "Alright, put the phone away and let’s continue the meal and chat afterwards."

Xia Tiao felt embarrassed about the misunderstanding he had just a moment ago.

Xia Yuzheng felt he had a narrow escape; although they now tacitly accepted Little Tiangao’s contact with President Jiang, it didn’t mean...!!

Their precious, pampered Little Cabbage, snatched away by human traffickers at the age of three and now finally found and planted back home, they hadn’t enjoyed having her back long enough, she mustn’t be so easily picked by someone else!

Looking for a topic to ease the awkward atmosphere, Xu He glanced at the wall clock and suddenly remembered something important, "Husband, it’s the 22nd today, isn’t it?"

Xia Yuzheng: "Ah, yes, what about it?"

Xu He took a quick look at Little Tiangao, her smile somewhat unnatural as she replied, "Nothing, it’s nothing."

Although she didn’t spell it out, the men of the Xia Family quickly understood.

Today was the 22nd, so tomorrow would be the 23rd.

The 23rd was the day high school exam results came out...

**

Early on the 23rd, the high school third-year homeroom teachers, who were still on holiday, gathered at the office building of First Middle School.

The first- and second-year students had not yet had their vacations, heading to school with their backpacks as usual.

But today, as soon as they entered the campus, they sensed an unusual air of tension.

Teachers often felt even more tense on the day the college entrance exam results were released than during the exams themselves.

The results were to be announced around nine or ten in the morning, and it was only eight, yet nearly everyone was already there.

A language teacher, holding a thermos, was restlessly wandering around the office.

Upon seeing Yang the Great arrive, he immediately approached, "From the most reliable source, I heard from a relative at the education bureau last night that this year’s high school exams included a perfect score in the language essay again!"

With this revelation, several surrounding teachers paused and turned their gaze towards them.

Another perfect score?

The office being crowded, why would the language teacher withhold such significant news until Yang the Great was present, if not for the implication?

Nobody’s class has produced a perfect score essay except Yang the Great’s class with Xia Ye.

If there really were a perfect score essay again, it’s very likely to be Xia Ye’s.

Yang the Great, smilingly holding a tea cup, didn’t seem surprised at all.

But with the results still unreleased, he neither claimed it was Xia Ye’s work nor spoke any falsely modest words, appearing quite confident.

Zhao Yuhuan was snarky on the side, "Our students took the national exam, many provinces use the same prompts, it’s not like it’s only our school involved, don’t celebrate too early. Besides, even if it is a perfect score, it’s just 60 points. If other subjects aren’t up to par, you still can’t get into a good university."

Yang the Great was particularly magnanimous today, didn’t pick a fight, and simply glanced at the wall clock, "We’ll see once the results come out..."