What’s going on? Zhang Hao hazily got up, only to realize he was sleeping on the floor.
What happened? Zhang Hao confusedly got up, sat on his bed, and slowly began to recall what really happened.
"I got drunk." Thinking of this, Zhang Hao jumped out of bed, his body already a bit weak, his foot slipped, and his head hit the bed edge directly.
This made Zhang Hao swear out loud in pain, only slowly getting up after a while when the pain eased sowhat.
"Zhang Yu, Zhang Yu." Zhang Hao slowly walked to the door, found the room quiet, and the air conditioning in the living room had been turned off.
But what responded to him was loneliness filling the room, "What happened."
He knew his parents must’ve gone to work, but Zhang Yu should be ho; she’s a girl without friends, where else could she go.
He walked to the small partition and unexpectedly found Zhang Yu not there; checking the kitchen, it was empty, and he didn’t find prepared breakfast.
This made him furious; he directly called Zhang Yu; it was outrageous not even preparing breakfast for him.
Zhang Yu had just t with her classmate, saw the caller’s na jumping on her phone screen, and really didn’t want to answer.
But if she didn’t answer, the brat would definitely tattletale, and things wouldn’t end well for her.
Not surprisingly, Zhang Dong and his wife would scold this kid well today, she couldn’t steal their thunder.
Zhang Yu picked up the phone and spoke before Zhang Hao could: I’m out shopping with friends today to relax, not going ho for lunch, solve breakfast and lunch yourself.
Zhang Yu: I told mom and dad about my going out yesterday, and about your drunkenness, they’re really angry.
Zhang Hao was stunned by Zhang Yu’s information, she went out to play and didn’t prepare breakfast or lunch for him, but he didn’t have ti to be angry about this.
Zhang Hao knew he got drunk yesterday, just rembered standing at his own door knocking, then he really didn’t know what happened afterwards.
Zhang Hao anxiously confird with Zhang Yu again: Did I really get drunk yesterday? I feel I didn’t drink much.
He had previously gone out drinking with friends many tis, once drinking even more than yesterday yet not getting drunk.
How did he get drunk on such little drink yesterday, what’s going on, how could it happen, wasn’t he good at handling alcohol?
Zhang Yu: I went to bed early yesterday, I woke mom up when you were sleeping at the door, your vomit was all around, on the door, outside too.
Zhang Yu: And your new clothes you wore yesterday, Dad found them troubleso and directly cut them with scissors.
Zhang Yu didn’t know the exact price of these clothes, but for Liang Yan to be so reluctant, it surely wouldn’t be cheap.
Ah ah ah, the clothes got cut, Zhang Hao’s head was already dizzy, hearing his new clothes worn yesterday got cut by his dad.
Zhang Hao’s facial expression twisted: Dad’s really muddled, doesn’t know how expensive those clothes were.
To buy such clothes, he had to coax Liang Yan quite a bit to finally buy them.
Worn only once, they got ruined like this, Zhang Hao couldn’t help but curse Zhang Dong a lot.
As for whether Zhang Yu on the phone would tattle when hearing this, Zhang Hao wasn’t afraid; with her bear-like manner, even if tattling, no one would believe.
Zhang Yu listened quietly, didn’t record, just quietly listened, as for tattling, that was nonexistent.
Zhang Dong and his wife raised their son, whether good or bad, they bear the consequences.
Zhang Hao angrily said: I’m going to make Dad buy a new set.
Forget it, as long as Dad buys a new set, he can forgive him.
Zhang Yu: Dad said he’d buy you a new set, costing a few hundred.
A few hundred-dollar clothes? Initially hearing Zhang Dong promise to buy a new set of clothes made him happy, already thinking about what to buy.
Unexpectedly, his dad planned to buy clothes costing just a few hundred, is this compensation?
Zhang Yu: Brother, anything else?
Zhang Hao rembered when buying these clothes, worried Dad would fuss knowing, he said they cost a few hundred, didn’t actually reveal the truth.
Now how could he let him know the clothes’ actual cost, think about the ti there wouldn’t be good results.
What to do? Such good clothes worn once, didn’t show off properly, now gone, Zhang Hao expressed dissatisfaction.
What to do? Make Liang Yan continue buying? This idea was quickly suppressed, he knew it was impossible shortly.
Recently she was short on money, what to do?
Really not buy new clothes to show off? Zhang Hao was unwilling, very unwilling, how about using his New Year’s money to buy?
Thought for a while and decided to give up; recently spent a lot, New Year’s money was mostly gone.
If spending it on expensive clothes, the small treasury wouldn’t have much left, very reluctant, really reluctant.
Forget it, won’t buy now, stay low, see the situation after results co out.
Thinking of the just-finished high school entrance exam, Zhang Hao was very worried, even though previously claiming no major issue, he’s really anxious inside.
He filled in answers but many were randomly guessed, whether any guessed right, he had no confidence.
Rembering Zhang Yu’s past comnts, she called him a bad luck ghost, four choices on multiple choice still perfectly avoiding correct options, truly talented.
He was unhappy with such evaluations, felt Zhang Yu was belittling him.
But rembered his past results, he had no solid confidence, if kept guessing wrong, scores would drop again.
Wondering if he could get into high school, he felt even the worst school wasn’t possible.
Though he hadn’t focused on grades, didn’t like studying, knew even with family connections, without college, couldn’t enter a good workplace.
Now he really regretted why he insisted on acting indifferent, not working hard studying back then.
Ah ah ah ah, Zhang Hao powerlessly lay on the sofa, repeatedly rolling around, "I want to go to high school."
"If I don’t go to high school, don’t get into college, won’t the family’s resources all go to Zhang Yu."
At that ti, even if parents wanted to support him, couldn’t help but assign resources to Zhang Yu.
Even assigning so resources to Zhang Yu, she’d live well.
No way, can’t let Zhang Yu take family resources, he must get into college.
Zhang Hao continuously prayed, hoping to get into high school, now with so many colleges, if he tried hard, he could get into one.
As long as he becos a college student, even if Zhang Yu’s college is better, so what, family’s resources won’t go to her.
"As long as I can get into high school this ti, I’ll definitely study well, definitely get into college."
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