The house where Ike's family lives is simple, with only a few pieces of furniture and almost no decorations. Ike's room is just a corner separated by curtains, filled with picked up books, recycled parts, and hidden z-drives and confinement flash bombs.

"Ike is back?" Hearing the crisp sound of key collisions outside the apartment door, Ike's father put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at the rotating door handle.

"It's me, dad." He walked to his corner as soon as he came in, trying to hide the z-type driver, but his father still noticed it.

"Ike? It seems that you haven't applied to school today? You can't sway around with an hour hand every day. While I don't have to work today, I have to take you to school to apply for admission in person. It just so screams for free..." My father's face immediately tensed, and he maintained a majestic look before Ike raised his head.

"Dad, school is on holiday today!" Ike whispered after putting down the things. Fortunately, his parents respected his privacy very much. Even if they were just passing through a curtain, they never crossed the line without authorization.

Maybe, there is no time to care.

"Oh, I blamed you wrongly." The father smiled happily.

Ike gently placed the cake on the table, but his father picked up the newspaper again at some point and did not notice the cake he bought, which made him feel that he was neglected.

Then he looked at his father's already very old face.

Ike tried hard to recall how his father was before he was, when his hair had not started to fall, and when his forehead was not so many wrinkles.

However, the hard work from five to nine years old has made my father under 40 look nearly sixty years old.

And in Zuan, this age is already considered old...

Then Ike noticed that the newspaper date in his father's hand was actually the Picheng Daily today, which really surprised him. His father usually reads the free old newspapers brought back from his unit, and this new newspaper could only be bought. You know, his father was so frugal that he had to save money on newspapers. It was too abnormal for him to buy newspapers.

He wanted to share the cake with his father who had worked hard for him, but he was missing an important person.

"Isn't my mother at home? Where did she go?" The house was very small and could see it at a glance. Ike found that her mother was not at home, so he asked obediently.

Another sound of keys entering the hole came, and my father said, "I just came back."

"Hello, my little genius." Then the mother, who had heavy eyes, pushed open the door and greeted him, and went to the table.

The family of three hasn't sat together for too long, so we should say something more important.

Then something embarrassing happened. He saw his mother holding a small paper bag with one arm, and his mother also saw the cake box on the table with the same trademark printed on it.

The father also noticed the change in the atmosphere, and then the three of them looked at each other and the atmosphere became gloomy.

"Ike, did you buy this?" The mother's brow became sad, and the original joy disappeared, but she was very careful and she quickly found a solution.

"This cake is too big and too luxurious. I have to return it to Elaine. Just eat the dessert I bought for you. Adults don't eat desserts."

"But... this is the holiday gift I have prepared for you!" Ike said aggrievedly. He wanted his parents to taste the wonderful and rich taste too much. He knew that in order to save the high tuition fees for him to go to school in Picheng, his parents started saving since he was born, saving all the expenses he could save, but never forgot to give him all kinds of gifts later on the festival.

"Since Ike has this idea, let's accept it. Anyway, this has not disrupted our money saving plan. Don't blame yourself. Let's eat this big cake..." The father looked at his mother's blaming look and came out to smooth things over. He combed his son's moxi's hair with his hands and gently rubbed his aggrieved little black face.

He carefully untied the knot and spread the two decorative straps flat beside him. Then he slowly unfolded the cardboard box, making the movements gentle and try not to destroy the shape of the cake. In the middle of the box was an eight-inch cake with fragrant fragrance, with honey applied to the oily crispy skin, sprinkled with amber kernels and various dried fruits.

The parents stared at the cake for a long time, as if they had seen the most wonderful thing. This was the son's wish, and he couldn't even bear to cut it open and eat it.

"I'll cut it!" Ike volunteered to go to the kitchen to take out the knife, carefully cut the cake into the most standard six portions, with a hundred times more attentiveness than when he was searching for treasures in the garbage dump.

"Dad, mom, go ahead." Looking at his parents who didn't know how to sip, Ike took a bite with his tongue against the cake. The sweetness of honey and cream was overflowing from his mouth, and the sugary crumbs stuck to his fingertips. The ingredients were plump and the taste was strong, and it was long and long in his mouth.

He believed that his parents could also experience this taste, and what he wanted to experience was this taste, called the taste of happiness.

This time, my parents finally had no reason to refuse, and could no longer tell the lies they had eaten at work. When they closed their eyes and opened their mouths to taste, they were so delicious that they cried. Did they eat the cake? Or were they moved?

"Dad! Mom!" After careful savor, Ike finally plucked up the courage to say to his parents what he had practiced in front of the mirror countless times: "I don't want to apply for the family above, nor do I apply for the pretending Pig School. I'll stay here with you, and my friends. I will never leave Zuan behind."

He wanted to say these words to his parents on the naming day, but he didn't say them for some reasons. After that, Ike lowered his head and closed his eyes, not daring to look at his parents' faces again.

He knew that his parents had longed to serve the family and dreamed of invention and creation, but because of his birth, they were rewritten, and the more talented Ike was forced to inherit their dreams.

But now he is denying his parents' dream, which makes him feel very frightened. The delicious cake may not be able to save him.

He is even ready to start the z-driver back in the past to reorganize the language.

However, the imagined storm did not come. Is it the tranquility before the storm?

He secretly opened one of his eyes, but saw that his always serious father was not angry, but instead pulled his mother to the bedroom to discuss something.

In the extremely painful waiting, Ike finally ushered in the trial.

"I discussed with your mother that there is a way to not only let you go to a good school in Picheng, but also satisfy your wishes," said my father.

“What is it?”

My father pushed the newspaper to Eke and pointed to a report and told him: "The Firos family has started construction of a new college in the border market. There is a new major called New Energy Application. It seems that the prospects are very good, the tuition is not expensive, and there is a novel scholarship system, so my parents want you to try it."

"Yes, the border market is very close to Screaming, and Screaming is free again, so you can take Screaming to and from school every day and have breakfast and dinner with your parents. You don't have to live in school because the travel fee is too expensive like before. Isn't this what you hope?" My mother smiled and added in time.

"Is this true?" Ike looked at the newspaper and felt a little unbelievable for a moment: "Then can I make money while going to school?! I have time to play with my friends after school?"

"It's true, but you still have to shave your head and wash off the oil paint on your face. A good image is very important for a student."

"No hurry! At least a few months before the school is built!" My father's words immediately hit Ike's lifeline. He immediately found an excuse to reject his father's request, but then a familiar name on the list of school shareholders allowed him to see the hope of continuing to maintain himself.

"Hehe, parents, please wait. Not only do I have to get all the scholarships, but I also have to get the recommended places, and be the top student in the school! And I also have to keep my favorite Mohikan hairstyle and be the most beautiful boy in the whole school!"

"Isn't this kid crazy happy, isn't it?" Looking at his extremely inflated son, the two looked at each other and smiled. You must know that Ike has always been sensible and distressing.

Such a passionate appearance is the charm that a young man should have.

Seeing that his declaration was considered bragging, Ike explained anxiously:

"Really, my parents! You believe me, I'm in a relationship!"
Chapter completed!