Rebirth Mission

Unexpectedly, Aunt Zhang moved the bonus to the side of the coffee table, leaving the middle space empty, and spoke anxiously.

"Put this aside for now, what else?"

"What? Thirty thousand is just the bonus, there's nothing else."

"Oh, Mom, you're talking about the trophy and certificate. I saw them on TV. Take them out and show them to Mom!"

Zhang Bo blinked, looked at his mother, and then looked at the bonus on the coffee table.

Without asking any questions, he opened the bag and took out the trophy and certificate.

"Wow! This trophy is so beautiful!"

Aunt Zhang looked at the golden trophy with great interest, her face full of joy.

Zhang Bo saw a flash of red in the corner of his eye. He looked down and found that the certificate on the coffee table was gone. He turned around again and saw Zhang's father looking at him with glasses on.

There is unconcealable pride in the eyes behind the lenses.

I muttered every word on the certificate to myself, except for the word "champion", which I emphasized very strongly.

After hearing this, Zhang's mother stretched out her arm over Zhang Bo in the middle and confronted Zhang's father.

"I say, old man, you have only said one thing since your son came home. Why don't you praise him a few more times?"

Zhang Bo felt his heart tighten as he looked at the arm in front of him, fearing that his father would get angry.

The result surprised him again.

His father grinned, never taking his eyes off the certificate, nodding and praising.

"Okay, okay, you are worthy of being my son! You are so awesome!"

Zhang Bo's pupils dilated as he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Has he traveled through time?

No, dad’s leg is still broken, he didn’t travel through time.

So what's going on?

Aunt Zhang put the trophy down and reached for the certificate.

"Let me see it, don't just keep it to yourself!"

"Great! Great! My son is the champion!"

"Son, your dad and I watched your competition. Although I didn't quite understand it, I think you danced the best. And you see, not only I think so, but the judges think so too. Aren't you the champion?"

Zhang Bo's brain seemed to have crashed, and he looked at all this in confusion.

"You guys, saw it?"

"That's right, kid. Why didn't you tell me that you were participating in the competition? It was Aunt Li next door who told me that I found out about it."

Zhang Bo turned around and pointed at Zhang's father: "Then Dad is..." What's going on?

Would his father know that he had a game and just sat here and watched quietly?

Even if it were changed to the past, it would probably be a problem.

When Mrs. Zhang heard this, she rolled her eyes at Mr. Zhang in annoyance.

"Don't worry about that damn old man. I don't know who he learned this from. He's so pretentious."

Father Zhang’s face turned serious: “Who is being pretentious?”

Aunt Zhang patted Zhang Bo's arm with a teasing look in her eyes.

"You don't know, your father has been pretending for the past six months. He just made a scene and forced me to divorce him because he broke his leg and didn't want to drag us down."

"I learned the news today and immediately asked for leave to come back to watch your game. As soon as I walked in, I saw your dad wiping the TV and the table."

"Do you know why your dad is like a drunk every time you come home?"

Little Zhang Bo, who was so shocked that he was dumbfounded, shook his head obediently.

"That's because your dad calculated the time and waited for us to get home before he got drunk. Otherwise, why would he be drunk every time?"

Zhang Bo continued: "Because you drank too quickly?"

"Of course not!"

"Cough cough!!"

Father Zhang couldn't bear to listen any longer and interrupted him forcefully. He would have lost face if he continued.

"Why are you coughing? You've tortured us mother and daughter for half a year, and it's not enough for me to say a few words to you!"

Father Zhang’s majesty ended here. He turned his head to the side and waved his hand.

You two can go ahead and say it. It’s okay for you to just pretend to be deaf.

Seeing that Zhang's father stopped talking, Zhang's mother glared at him, then pulled Zhang Bo and continued talking with a smile.

"Where were we just now? Oh yeah, I went home and said I wanted to watch your game, and your dad followed suit. You just came back and heard it. This is the third time I've heard it."

"When I watched the replay for the second time, your dad was still pretending to comment on it, as if he knew everything."

Zhang Bo's mood could no longer be described as shocked. Such an atmosphere of laughter and joy only existed in his childhood.

His parents actually gathered in front of the TV to watch the live broadcast and replay just because he was going to participate in the competition.

I would also be proud of his honor, not just because he brought back a prize of 30,000 yuan.

Father Zhang checked the time and said, "Let's eat first. My son must be hungry."

"Okay, okay, come on, son, let's eat!"

On the dining table, the upside-down plates were opened and the food was still warm.

Aunt Zhang went to push the wheelchair.

"I can get there by myself."

"It will be cold by the time you get there."

"It's only a few steps away."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Look, we're here so fast. Come on, sit down, son, and eat quickly. Mom made you braised pork, fried hairtail fish, and mapo tofu!"

At the dinner table, Aunt Zhang was the most lively, constantly picking up food for Zhang Bo and his son.

Mr. Zhang's current state is to maintain a bit of fatherly dignity and face in front of his son, but as a result, the steps were demolished by Mrs. Zhang without even a brick left.

I could only shut my mouth, pick out the fish bones obediently, and put the hairtail meat into Zhang Ma's bowl.

During the meal, Zhang Bo mentioned the bonus.

This money can indeed solve their current urgent needs and allow their family to have a good New Year's Day.

Although Zhang Ma worked hard for half a year, she managed to pay off a lot of foreign debts. The bonus just made up for the last bit, and not only that, she could still have at least half left.

As long as your expenses are no longer greater than your income, the next step is net income.

That's why Zhang's father and mother can breathe a sigh of relief.

But Zhang's mother insisted that the money was borrowed from Zhang Bo and she would definitely return it to Zhang Bo when she made money.

This was earned by his son himself. It is very filial of him to use it to solve the problems at home. How can he still be greedy for his child's money?

No matter how much Zhang Bo objected, it was ineffective. It was not until Zhang's father joined in that Zhang Bo nodded in agreement.

After dinner, Zhang's father and mother rushed to wash the dishes in the kitchen.

"Please get up. Can you sit still? It will only take a few minutes to finish these dishes."

"I can do it. Didn't I agree to wash the dishes when we were cooking?"

"Go, go, go back to the house and stop making trouble here."

Zhang Bo suddenly replied: "How about I do it?"

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang looked back at him and put down the things in their hands.

"Row."

Zhang Bo: ...

Then his biological mother pushed his biological father back to the living room and sat in front of the TV.

Zhang Bo heard his father say something when he came out after washing the dishes.

"Right away, the next one is here."

"What's coming?"

Just as he was wondering, the voice from the TV gave him the answer.

"The next contestant to take the stage is Zhang Bo from the second grade, second class of modern dance."

Zhang Ma called out, "Come here, son, come and see you. Your dad has memorized the time you were supposed to appear on stage."

During the two-minute dance, Zhang Bo looked at where his movements were not done well and which parts still needed practice.

I just couldn't concentrate because I kept hearing Zhang Ma's voice, "good, good, good, good, handsome, handsome, handsome."

Father Zhang was quiet and watched intently.