Although yesterday was very happy, Yang Zhengxi felt a wave of melancholy as soon as he woke up in the morning.
Today is registration day.
After registering, he would no longer be able to enjoy the delicious food at home, cuddle the puppies that hadn't even turned a month old, or hang out with his good friends and brothers...
Even though none of them were good at math, they were unexpectedly his best friends!
Thinking of this, he felt a surge of unwillingness, and turned to text Mr. Yang:
"Dad, school is about to start, and you're not coming to see me. Can you make it up to me somehow..."
Mr. Yang was noisily eating breakfast.
It's harvest season right now, and he's been shuttling to various farms every day, checking the experimental data of new agricultural machines, becoming deeply tanned in the process. Upon receiving the message, he grumbled and transferred some pocket money to the kid.
