As soon as Su Zelin entered the house, his parents, who had been waiting, rushed to greet him.
"Son, how was it going to the No. 2 High School to receive your award today? Did you meet any big leaders from the education department?"
"I heard TV reporters came to shoot, you didn't say anything inappropriate, did you?"
"Did you get any certificates or awards? We should frame them and keep them as a memento!"
"..."
Su Jianjun and Zhao Lixia bombarded Su Zelin with questions, making his head spin.
"Dad, mom, the deputy director came, don't worry, I won't embarrass you. No certificate, but I got an award certificate!"
He answered a few questions in one breath.
"An award certificate is good too, where is it?"
Su Jianjun glanced at his son, only to see his hands empty.
Su Zelin took it out from his pocket.
The rascal didn't think much of this thing, so once he left school, he casually crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.
