Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

Su Wei walked out of the arrival gate carrying a suitcase and a bag.

People were coming and going at the exit.

He scanned the crowd and found his mother.

Zhou Qiao stood outside the arrival line, wearing a long dress and a sun hat.

She tiptoed inside and her eyes lit up when she saw Su Wei, but she quickly suppressed her joy and put on an expression that said, "I'm still angry."

Su Wei came out.

Zhou Qiao didn't say anything sentimental.

She simply reached out, took the suitcase handle from his hand with one hand, and directly linked her other arm with his.

"Let's go home."

"Um."

Su Wei walked outside with her.

…………

Meanwhile, in Xingcheng, Long Danny was in a state of utter distress.

The top five contestants in the country announced their withdrawal from the competition live on air.

This would be considered a stage accident on any TV station.

Hunan TV has been doing talent shows for so many years and has seen all sorts of ups and downs, but this is the first time a contestant has taken the microphone and said, "I'm quitting."

Her phone hasn't stopped ringing since last night.

Reporters called one after another, each asking the same question—

Why did Su Wei withdraw from the competition?

"Was it because the production team pressured you to sign the contract?"

"An account claiming to be an insider has leaked information online. How will EE-Media respond?"

Her response consisted of only a few sentences from beginning to end:

"Although I deeply regret it, this is Su Wei's personal decision."

"The production team respects the contestants' choices."

"We will retain Su Wei's competition results."

She couldn't very well tell the media, "I forced him with the contract, and when he didn't comply, he backed out."

After saying that, where will Tianyu Media put its face? Does Hunan TV even care about its reputation?

So they could only suffer in silence.

There is suffering, but it cannot be expressed.

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Some people posted online saying, "Danny Long has met his match this time," and others said that Danny Long's current state can be described in four words—"drenched in sweat."

Someone below replied, "She probably really was sweating buckets last night."

Long Danny placed his phone face down on the table and rubbed his temples.

She suddenly remembered the way Su Wei looked when she left the office yesterday.

Seventeen years old.

How could a child be so resolute, doing things without hesitation?

She has been involved in talent shows for so many years and has met so many contestants.

This is the first time I've felt such a deep sense of frustration over a child who isn't even an adult yet.

…………

After returning home, Su Wei didn't even have time to catch her breath before heading straight back to the chaotic battlefield of high school.

Shude High School is one of the top three key high schools in Chengdu. As a prospective senior high school student, the pressure is unimaginable.

He had suspended his classes for two months to participate in the competition.

Now that he's back, all the teachers are looking at him with the same message: "You finally decided to come back?"

There are only two weeks left until the final exams.

Su Wei flipped through the textbooks and review materials on the table. There was a comprehensive mechanics question on the physics test paper. He stared at it for three minutes but couldn't come up with a solution.

Two months ago, he could solve the problem with his eyes closed.

He took a deep breath and slammed his pen on the table.

Having a good foundation is one thing, but it can't stop others from doing their homework while you're singing.

This gap was built up day by day.

He had sworn an oath, even patting his chest, to get his family to let him participate in the competition.

I will absolutely not let the competition interfere with my studies. If my grades drop out of the top 30 in the grade in the final exam, I will listen to my family in everything from now on.

The louder the vow, the greater the pressure now.

Around six o'clock in the morning, a hazy, pale light was just beginning to appear outside the window.

Su Wei was snuggled in the blankets, fast asleep.

For the past two months, it's been the norm for me to rehearse until 2 or 3 a.m. every day while working on the show.

After returning home, he couldn't wait to catch up on all the sleep he had missed in the past two months.

The bedroom door was gently pushed open.

After Zhou Qiao walked in, she went straight to the window and opened it a crack.

A gust of wind blew in and landed precisely on the bed.

Su Weilu felt a chill instantly on the half of her arm that was outside the blanket.

He instinctively pulled his arms and legs completely under the covers, curling himself into a ball.

He groggily opened one eye and saw Zhou Qiao standing by the bed, looking down at him.

"……mom."

He dragged out the last syllable, his tone full of morning grumpiness, "You came in without knocking again! How many times have I told you? I'm all grown up now. Can't you give me some privacy?"

The voice was muffled.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qiao reached out and slapped him through the blanket.

With a dull thud, "snap."

"privacy?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was full of energy. "You came from my belly, what part of your body haven't I seen? Now you're talking to me about privacy?"

Su Wei pulled the blanket over her head, not wanting to say anything.

"Get up quickly, you're going to be late."

After saying that, she turned and walked out.

Su Wei squinted at the alarm clock on the table—6:31.

It's still early.

He rolled over, wrapped the blanket around himself, and became like a plump spring roll.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

It was quiet for a few minutes.

"Did you hear me, Su Wei?! How long are you going to sleep?!"

Zhou Qiao's voice came from the living room.

Then the footsteps came closer and closer, carrying the air of "If you don't get up, I'm going to throw you out of here today, bed and all."

Su Wei responded listlessly, "...I know...I'm already up."

Even he himself didn't quite believe what he said.

Zhou Qiao, as expected, did not believe it.

She walked back to the bedside in two steps and pulled back the corner of the blanket.

"Look, it's already broad daylight outside!"

Zhou Qiao pointed out the window, then at the alarm clock on the table, "You guys have to be at school by 7:20. You still need to wash your face, brush your teeth, eat breakfast, and it takes you ten minutes to bike there—you do the math, how much time do you have left?"

Su Wei squinted and snuggled deeper into the covers, "Just five more minutes..."

"Five minutes my ass!"

Zhou Qiao slapped him again, this time with significantly more force than before.

"Hurry up! Otherwise I'll be late for work. I have morning self-study this morning!"

correct.

His mother is a teacher at their school.

The thought flashed through Su Wei's muddled mind, but he still didn't want to move. He turned over, covered his face with the pillow, and mumbled, "Oh my god—".

"Oh dear, oh dear, get up quickly!"

Zhou Qiao ripped the pillow off, grabbed the school uniform draped over the back of the chair, and threw it directly at his face, covering his entire head.

"Hurry up! Don't make me angry, you won't be able to handle it when I get angry."

She said it casually, but Su Wei knew she wasn't joking.

Comrade Zhou Qiao taught at Shude Middle School for twenty years, and his aura of disciplining students was ingrained in his bones.

Su Wei finally resigned herself to her fate.

He slowly sat up from under the covers, grabbed his school uniform, and pulled it over his head.