On the morning of the constitution screening, Su Zhou's parents, for once, didn't head to work first thing. Instead, they took a short leave of absence to see Su Zhou off.
"Go on."
Su Beiluo ran a hand through his hair. His hairline wasn't a cause for concern, but he already had a few gray hairs.
He didn't waste words, offering a straightforward encouragement. "As your father, I should probably tell you not to get stage fright and to do your best... But on second thought, there's probably no one in all of Hongzhou with more nerve than you—so go for it!"
As he spoke, he clapped Su Zhou hard on the shoulder, only for his own hand to sting with pain. But for the sake of his fatherly dignity, he forced himself to endure it, crying out internally, 'How did this kid's body get so hard?! That felt like slapping an iron plate!'
"There's no need to worry too much."
