National Treasure Genius

The evening air in Mingqu Town was thick with the scent of dinner and the low hum of a television, a comforting lullaby to the Qi household. Downstairs, in the cozy living room, the family settled into their rare moments of quiet leisure. Mr. Qi, the venerable patriarch, cleared his throat, breaking the domestic peace.

“Has An’an’s university notice arrived yet?” he mused aloud, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. It had been nearly half a month since the university results were posted online.

From his perch on the sofa, diligently peeling an orange, Qi Anyang piped up, “Oh, it’s been here! I saw Sister bring it home days ago!”

Mr. Qi’s brow furrowed, a familiar displeasure clouding his features. “Then why are you still sitting there?” he grumbled, casting a disapproving glance at his grandson.

Anyang paused, a half-eaten orange segment hovering near his lips. What was wrong with just sitting? He sighed, accustomed to his grandfather’s dramatic flair. “Alright, alright, Grandpa, I’ll get Sister’s notice for you.” He muttered good-naturedly, rolling his eyes as he headed towards Qi An’an’s room. “Always the favorite, never a dull moment.”