Sun Qiumei waved a large palm-leaf fan incessantly in front of her son, Mu Dongjie. Cheap plastic bracelets clattered rhythmically against her fleshy wrists. Mu Dongjie tilted his pudgy face upward, his round belly straining against the fabric of his school uniform shirt. The buttons on his chest were stretched to the breaking point, appearing ready to pop off at any moment.
"Look at these poor wretches—do they even deserve to compete with my son?" Sun Qiumei’s fingers, adorned with bright red nail polish, swept dismissively over the students waiting in the queue. "Any score my Dongjie pulls out of thin air is something these people could spend a lifetime chasing!"
She deliberately raised her voice, drawing side-eyes from the parents nearby.
Chapter 91