I come from Tiger Village, an unknown little village.

When the news of me being admitted to the top high school in the county came, our whole village was buzzing with excitement.

Compared to Fox Village, where students get admitted to top high schools and universities every year, our village feels inferior. So far, we have only produced one student who attended a vocational school.

"Wow! Xia Dahuo's granddaughter, Xiaomao, actually got admitted to County No.1 High School!"

My grandfather was at home rubbing corn kernels, and he got so angry that he threw the corn and shouted at the noisy commotion outside the wall, "Who's the tiger here? Your whole family is tigers, I'm a tiger! My granddaughter managed to get the eleventh place in the county and got admitted to County No.1 High School!"

I handed my grandfather a bowl of water and said, "Grandpa, don't be angry. When I get admitted to Beijing, they will call you Xia Zhuge."

My grandfather chuckled and said, "That's right! When my granddaughter enters Tiananmen Square, they will envy us to death."

My grandfather is not very bright (local dialect, "tiger" sounds like "silly"), but he's just too straightforward. Whatever others say, he takes it as it is.

When I said I would get admitted to Beijing, I didn't even take it seriously myself.

Our village hasn't had anyone admitted for so many years. I was just painting a rosy picture to make him happy.

But my grandfather took it seriously, and he laughed with a face full of excitement, with every wrinkle on his face filled with joy.

My grandfather cares for me and loves me, and I love him too.

Looking at my grandfather's expectant eyes, I felt a heavy burden on my shoulders.

I almost stumbled right there.

But I don't want to disappoint my grandfather.

I have to get admitted to Beijing.