Sorry, My Beloved Is The Motherland - Chapter 18.1 - To Dedicate One's Life To The Country

Xu Cuicui, while shouting, suddenly started crying and hugged Ning Fu: “You’re going to school now, I’m going to miss you…”

Ning Fu had to spend ten minutes comforting her.

At the time Xu Cuicui left the office at the station, sobbing with hiccupps, the news that Ning Fu had “passed the exam” had already spread among the gathered intellectual youths outside.

The intellectual youths waiting in line to see the results were all whispering to each other, and the entire courtyard was filled with a restless atmosphere.

As soon as the two of them appeared, they attracted countless gazes. But no one dared to ask.

Previously, no one believed that Ning Fu could pass the exam.

Firstly, her reaction after the exam was really strange, it looked like the behavior of someone who had failed the exam and lost control.

Secondly, since she arrived at Tulaga banner, she hasn’t had the “good student” label. Her fundamentals were really poor, and the review time was too short; objectively speaking, it was impossible from the start!

Ning Fu knew what everyone was curious about.

But before she could speak, Xu Cuicui beside her tugged at her sleeve and walked down the steps with her head held high and chest out.

The crowd in the courtyard parted like the parting of the Red Sea to make way for the two of them.

Xu Cuicui, completely unconcerned about her own swollen eyes from crying, said arrogantly, “If you want to know Comrade Ning Fu’s results, go look for yourself!”

The intellectual youths all felt embarrassed. Someone retorted, “Oh, come on! I think you’re just like a dead duck with a hard mouth! What got accepted? It’s more like being burnt to a crisp!*

T/N: *A metaphor suggesting failure or being in a bad state, implying that the situation is worse than the speaker is letting on.

Dead duck – A metaphor for someone who is stubborn or unchangeable in their views, often used in the phrase “dead duck with a hard mouth”, meaning someone who insists on their stance despite evidence to the contrary.

“Who do you think you are? Does everyone need to keep an eye on just your results? There are plenty of outstanding people; we’re not just sitting around with nothing to do!”

Xu Cuicui was so angry that she was gritting her teeth.

This group of guys, they—they’re the ones who have a dead duck’s hard mouth ne!

Ning Fu finally spoke with an air of profound mystery——

“Hahaha”

Everyone: ???

Xu Cuicui: Are you so happy that you’ve gone crazy? Or are you so angry that you’re confused?

Ning Fu, however, did not explain. With a smiling face, she quacked like a duck three times and then walked away with the dazed Xu Cuicui in tow.

“What are you all doing? Aren’t you in a hurry anymore?!” Secretary Tugu Li’s voice came from inside the room. The young intellectuals then remembered what they should be focusing on—right, checking the results! This is the college entrance exam!

The person in second place rushed anxiously into the office.

A minute later, came out looking dejected.

Clearly, his score is still far from the standard required for “being accepted.”

Someone nearby muttered to him, “How did Ning Fu do? Did you see her score?”

The person clearly did not want to say much, looked uncomfortable, but still nodded, and then left, keeping the matter shrouded in mystery.

Everyone’s hearts all became itchy, like a cat scratch.

The third person went in, then came out.

The fourth person went in, then came out.

Everyone who came out had a strange expression on their face. They exchanged an unspoken glance with the people outside. Their expressions were truly beyond words, full of mixed emotions.

Next were the ten or so people who came afterward.

Everyone’s scores have all been reviewed.

Secretary Tugu Li looked out the window and said, “Why aren’t you all leaving? What are you doing lingering around my courtyard?”

Everyone just hasn’t snapped back to their senses yet.

The three numbers following Ning Fu’s name are now like an elephant in this courtyard. No one is willing to bring it up, but everyone cannot ignore it.

They say outwardly that they don’t care, aren’t concerned, and don’t believe.

The facts, however, are as solid as iron and laid out in front.

Everyone couldn’t help but look at Ning Fu’s score; just trying to hold back their gasps of shock and expressions of amazement had already left them exhausted.

Secretary Tugu Li’s face looked so puzzled that it was almost as if a “?” had materialized.

He looked around but didn’t see Ning Fu, so he asked, “Where did Ning Fu go? Why was she outside my door just now making duck noises?”

Everyone still didn’t speak, only the straightforward Du Qingquan cleared up the confusion for the secretary.

“Only live ducks will go quack quack.”

They are all dead ducks.

Ning Fu mocks them for being hard-mouthed*.

T/N: *Refers to someone who is unyielding and refuses to admit their mistakes.

Her laughter is justified.

18.1

It was quiet inside the yurt.

Ning Fu was sitting cross-legged on the kang, lost in thought as she gazed at the sweet potatoes roasting by the stove. Xu Cuicui, holding a book, hadn’t turned a single page for a long time.

It has become Xu Cuicui’s habit to pick up a book in her hands as soon as she comes back from work.

But today, she can’t get through even a single word.

She finally couldn’t hold it in and said aloud, “Hey, what are you thinking about?”

Tonight is indeed too special and too worth commemorating.

Even though Xu Cuicui considers herself to be a big, rough person, she still feels waves of emotion and can’t help but let her mind wander with countless thoughts. Not to mention the central figure of the entire event.

495 points! With this score, all the top universities in the city will open their doors to her!