Zhou Jiao held the file bag with the certificate, medal, and bonus, walked out the gate with a few classmates, waved and parted ways, and hurried her steps.
"Sis, my dear sis, wait for your brother."
Zhou Jiao turned her head and wrinkled her nose. "Hold it together! You're about to turn into a complete idiot."
Yi Jiefang, grinning, pointed at himself dismissively. "You ever seen such a handsome and high-spirited idiot like your brother? Take a look—how is it? A fine figure of a man, right?"
"Right! My admiration for you is like the surging Yangtze River, endlessly flowing on, and like the Yellow River flooding, once it bursts it's impossible to hold back. Looking at all the great figures through the ages, you're the one that tops the list!"
Yi Jiefang was amused into even more hearty laughter by the words she came out with so casually.
"Don't laugh yourself stupid. There are still countless first-class and second-class merits waving at us in the future."
