From top to bottom, looking at dozens of people in a row, Lin Xuan was calm on the surface, but he was faintly anxious in his heart.

There are a total of 107 people in the town who participated in the Yuanqi assessment this year, and the lower the ranking, the closer it is to the list.

What he didn't know was that in fact, his son Lin Xiaotian behind him had already seen the results at the first time, so he kept his head buried after hearing Huang Er's words.

One father and one son, one from the beginning......

The other person, on the other hand, starts from the very end.

After a while, after scanning all the way along the names of the list, Lin Xuan's pupils finally shrank, and he saw a few big words at the end of the list.

"Lin Xiaotian, no rating, failed the assessment.".

Of the entire list, a total of 34 people did not pass.

And Lin Xiaotian is not only ranked last among those who have not passed the assessment, but he doesn't even have a rating!

Looking at the few big characters that seemed to stab him in the heart, Lin Xuan's angular face turned iron-blue.

"Oh, Lao Lin, this is really a pity, your fat man, it's just a little bit close......"

Next to him, Huang Er deliberately dragged out the tone and volume in a weird way.

The sound quickly spread all around, and it was clear that he was deliberately trying to make it heard by everyone present.

"Poof......, laugh to death, there are still unrated, even if you pull a pig to take the test, it's probably this level."

"Don't say that, it seems to be the fat man of the Lao Lin family, let's save some noodles a little."

"What are you afraid of, he Lin Xuan doesn't have any skills......"

Huang Er's sharp voice successfully made many people cast their eyes, and when everyone saw the last few words on the list, they couldn't help laughing.

"I said Lao Lin, don't be discouraged, let your fat son eat more food and practice his strength in the future, inherit your mantle in the future, and he will not starve to death."

"After all, no one will rob your father and son of the chores in this town in the future, right?"

"Haha, that's right."

After attracting the lively people, Huang Er deliberately pretended to be joking, and laughed with a few people next to him, and the banter in his words couldn't be thicker.

Lin Xiaotian, who was standing behind, raised his head slightly, and saw that the surface of his father's tightly clenched fist bulged out with green tendons.

Huang Er and the others naturally saw this scene as well.

But they are not afraid of Lin Xuan's anger, a waste father with a full vein, plus a waste material son who doesn't even have an assessment rating, is not enough for them to be afraid of.

"Let's go!"

However, just when everyone thought that Lin Xuan would refute them, and even did not hesitate to make a move, Lin Xuan just snorted coldly, and then pulled Lin Xiaotian to endure the ridicule around him again, and squeezed out of the crowd with difficulty.

Lin Xiaotian was caught by his father's big hands like iron tongs, but he didn't dare to say more, and left with a pale face.

Not far from the corner of the street, a young girl looked at Lin Xiaotian who was being dragged away, her eyes were full of worry, until the figures of the Lin family's father and son turned the corner and disappeared from sight.

"Girl, don't be stunned, quickly fill the guest with buns."

Beside the girl, a gray-haired old woman saw that the girl was distracted and gently reminded.

Hearing this, the girl quickly came back to her senses, flipped out an oiled paper bag in her hand, and flexibly packed a few buns into it and sealed them, and bowed to the guest to apologize by the way.

……

As the sun sets, the remnants of the setting sun spill into this very simple wooden house along the lattice gaps in the wooden windows.

The furnishings in the wooden house are very simple, with two hard beds, a large cauldron, and several dishes scattered on the wooden table in the center.

Most of all, there are empty wine jars piled up in the corners like a hill.

At this time, beside the piled wine jar, Lin Xiaotian was kneeling motionlessly.

Lin Xuan sat at the round table, with a wine jar in his left hand and a wine bowl in his right hand, without vegetables or food, just drinking stuffy wine.

"No, shouldn't......"

After drinking a bowl, he sighed, his tone full of doubt and unwillingness.

"Oh my God, did you do your best?"

After the three jars were drunk, Lin Xuancai, who had been chattering for a long time, drunkenly turned his face to Lin Xiaotian, who was kneeling in the corner.

"Father, I ......, I did my best."

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Lin Xiaotian replied tremblingly.

Bang!!!

"Bastard thing, do you do your best? You did your best!! ”

The wine jar in his hand slammed into the ground, and Lin Xuan, who had always been calm, suddenly roared, and stepped forward emotionally to lift Lin Xiaotian, who was more than two hundred pounds, up.

"Lao Tzu has provided you to enter the town's Yuanqi Academy to cultivate for more than ten years, but you don't even have an assessment rating, you told Lao Tzu that you did your best?"

"Let's not talk about Huang Er's son Huang Daqiang, you show Lao Tzu the daughter of the Hu Han family on East Street, others are still two years younger than you, but they were admitted to the Xinwu Yuan Qi Academy with the strength of the third order of qi refining!"

"And Liu Laohan's son, who is the same age as you, was also admitted to the Xiaoxiang Yuan Qi Academy with the strength of the fifth order of qi refining!"

"And ......"

Lin Xuan, whose face was flushed, spit out many names on the list in one breath, as if he had been recited countless times!

And Lin Xiaotian, his head was always buried deep and he didn't say a word.

"Oh, alas, it's just ......"

After thinking for a long time, looking at the son in front of him who was always scolding silently with his head down, Lin Xuan hated that iron could not be made of steel and smiled bitterly a few times, and then let go of Lin Xiaotian's neckline.

Why?

Why exactly?

Why does his son always look so weak......

"That's it, just keep it a waste......"

A casual waste slowly drifted into Lin Xiaotian's ears, making the young man raise his head slightly.

"Fuck off, I don't have a waste son like you."

In the next moment, countless disappointed words came out of Lin Xuan's mouth.

"Dad, I ......"

"Roll the !! Lao Tzu"

Lin Xiaotian was about to speak, but he was so frightened by Lin Xuan's roar that he trembled, and hurriedly fell out of the cabin.

"I'm sorry Qianxue, our son, after all, it's a waste ......"

Looking at the figure of his son who staggered away, Lin Xuan raised his head slightly and sighed, and once again tore open the seal of a jar of wine......