My father is a street gangster and my mother is a hot-tempered girl.
This pair of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix chicks followed my "restart after training" policy.
Until today, they found a first prize in the provincial English competition in my pillow case.
The whole family was in a panic.
My father's hands were shaking: "Sixteen years old! Sixteen years old! Who went to parent-teacher conferences in the past? Where should I put my face in the street!"
My mother was even more devastated: "What a sin! She actually hid this bad thing! How can I still hang out in the circle of sisters if word spreads about it!"
That day, the gold-plated certificate was slapped on the table, as if it was a wanted poster.
They decided that urgent intervention must be carried out on me, and they vowed to pull me back from the wrong path of being a "student tyrant" and become a "bloody" social person.
