Chapter 80 1/2

Cen Lang struggled to dismount the metaphorical tiger; had he known a military doctor was participating just a minute earlier, he wouldn’t have let Jiang Li see the registration page.

The exaggeration about exams has been made, so be it; let’s take the exam.

Interstellar’s strongest Alpha never retreats.

Cen Lang didn’t ask Jiang Li if he would feel embarrassed if he failed, but judging by Jiang Li’s proactive tutoring, he took it seriously.

At the age of thirty, Cen Lang enjoyed the privileges of being a college entrance examinee at home, prioritising them over his son.

Outside, heavy snow had fallen, and before the weather fully chilled, Cen Lang had marked out a platform in the yard, pointing and saying, “Son, this is where you’ll have snowball fights.”

The son invited his father to join in.

“Dad, such big snow!”

“Can we have a snowball fight?”

Cen Lang closed his book with “Yes.”

Jiang Li: “Son, wait for Dad to finish these problems.”

Jiang Li didn’t think Cen Lang must pass, but for any reason he wanted to study, she’d offer help.

Cen Lang watched as Jiang Li took their son away.

“Dad, wait for you!” Little Jiang Wangxing clenched his fist, wearing special gloves for snowball fights.

Cen Lang smiled and said, “Sure, doing homework can be fun; you’ll understand when you grow up.”

The son: “Wow!”

After going out, Little Jiang Wangxing said, “Dad, I want a pen.”

Jiang Li gave him a thick drawing pen and a blank sketchbook.

The son sat on the ground, drawing with an incorrect grip, imitating Cen Lang’s flamboyant signatures on contracts.

Jiang Wanlan blindly praised, “Little Wangxing is really suitable for signing contracts; help Grandpa in the future.”

The son agreed unconditionally, “Okay.”

Jiang Wanlan said to Lu Jing, “Lu Jing, take a photo, so he won’t regret it.”

Lu Jing: “…”

Jiang Li: “…”

The high-stakes battle for the heir seemed so down-to-earth.

Hearing that Cen Lang was taking an exam, Yao Yi and Cen Jinwen were very concerned, perhaps wanting to compensate for Cen Lang’s guilt of not participating in any exams from childhood to adulthood. Yao Yi even attempted to make him a bowl of fish soup.

Cen Lang looked at the culinary result of the collaboration between the two geniuses and straightforwardly said, “I appreciate the thought, but give the fish soup to Dad.”

Yao Yi: “It’s not tasty, but your dad and I improved the recipe; it’s very nutritious, with added…”

Cen Lang wanted to take a sip, avoid the entrance exam, and not disappoint Jiang Ping’s efforts. “Does the automatic feeding machine you made for Wangxing taste this bad?”

Yao Yi: “No, we consulted a chef for that.”

Cen Lang: “…”

Adults also enjoy dishes prepared by chefs.

Snow had also fallen on the roof. Little Jiang Wangxing, while looking outside, explained his nonsensical layout drawing to Hei Feng: “This is Grandpa’s house, this is Dad’s house, and this is the snowfield.”

Seeing Lu Jing enter and put down his pen, Little Jiang Wangxing called out in a childish voice, “Grandpa.”

“Grandpa, I want lots and lots of snow.”

“Can we bring down the snow from the roof?”

Lu Jing agreed and climbed onto the roof with a snow shovel.

A special snowfield was designated in the yard. Lu Jing stood on the roof, cleanly shovelling down snow, increasing its thickness.

As a top-tier Alpha, Lu Jing’s strength was considerable. The shovel plunged into the snow, lifting and tossing it, perfectly landing in the snowfield.

Focused on his work, Lu Jing suddenly glanced downward, and his arm stiffened.

Below, a child and a dog had appeared at some point.

The little one wore a hat, running around below, specifically getting hit by the snow Lu Jing tossed, getting covered in snow.

Hei Feng was more agile, catching more snow, standing in place, and shaking off the accumulated snow with style.

“Ugh!” The little one imitated it ceremoniously, bouncing a bit and shaking off a few snow particles.

When the snow was a bit larger, the child wobbled a bit.

The child and the dog left Lu Jing speechless.

Unlike Cen Lang, who didn’t care, Lu Jing took out his phone and first consulted Jiang Wanlan: Shouldn’t we bring this kid back?

Jiang Wanlan: “It’s hard to refuse him playing outside, so why did you agree to shovel snow for him?”

Lu Jing: … He didn’t say he wanted to play like this.

Lu Jing finished shovelling the visible snow skin from the roof and said to the child, “Done.”

Little Jiang Wangxing stood still, asking sadly, “Grandpa, is it really all gone?”

Lu Jing: “Yes.”

Little Jiang Wangxing: “Grandpa, are you really all gone?”

Lu Jing’s descent was slightly delayed. “There’s a little bit left.”

Little Jiang Wangxing looked up and said, “Grandpa, can we have a bit more?”

Lu Jing: “Okay.”

It wasn’t until there was truly no snow left that Lu Jing went downstairs.

It turned out that playing with mud with Cen Lang and the kid was this kind of uneasy feeling.

“Thank you, Grandpa!”

“You’re welcome.”

Cen Lang focused on doing a worksheet, feeling like a released convict going to play in the snow with his son.

Little Jiang Wangxing wore a thick hat, a military-green down jacket with short boots, and an exaggerated hat on the down jacket, visually appearing ten pounds heavier.

“Dad, let’s start!”

Little Jiang Wangxing squatted on the ground, earnestly rolling small snowballs, preparing bullets before the battle. Suddenly, a loosely packed large snowball came from the side.

Plop.

Little Jiang Wangxing lay bewildered on the ground.

“Did I get knocked down?”

Cen Lang: “Get up.”

Little Jiang Wangxing rolled once and stood up. “Dad is super awesome!”

Jiang Li: “This is your son, not a bowling ball.”

Cen Lang: “Believe it or not, he still wants to be hit.”

Little Jiang Wangxing: “Dad, do it again!”

Jiang Li: “…”

Is this the essence of a snowball fight?

The little one rolled a bunch of snowballs and offered them to his dad, “For Dad.”

Jiang Li pinched one, weighed it in his hand, and threw it towards Cen Lang’s thigh.