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Mom asked again, "Are you sure you have the right person?"
"Yes, we are looking for Liang Ran."
I picked up the phone, "Hello, I am Liang Ran."
"Liang Ran, this is a teacher from Peking University Admissions Office. Your grades are excellent, and you have been admitted to Peking University..."
I interrupted the teacher, "Could you please find my college entrance examination registration number?"
"Of course, your registration number is 123456789."
I glanced at my family, "That's right, that is my registration number. Teacher, let's talk later; I have something to handle."
After hanging up the phone, Mom stared blankly and asked, "What does this mean? Why did the Peking University Admissions Office call Liang Ran?"
Uncle suddenly thought of something, opened Liang Ran's computer, and started checking the scores.
A few minutes later, he said with a trembling voice, "Liang Ran scored 602 points!"
Mom collapsed onto the sofa, "Impossible! How could Liang Ran score so high?"
Brother's face turned pale; he suddenly stood up and slammed the computer shut: "I told you not to buy her a computer; I was right!"
Dad lowered his head and kept smoking.
Uncle sighed, "No wonder I was puzzled earlier; wasn't Jiacheng's score 600? Why did Tsinghua only offer a 50,000 scholarship..."
Mom's face turned white as she trembled and couldn't say a word.
She probably never expected that her hard-earned son would not even measure up to half of her daughter.
Uncle comforted her, "But girls don't need to study much anyway..."
"No matter how much you read, in the end, it's all about getting married and having children." Jiacheng said, "Even if you don't get into university, you can still take over your brother's job in the future; that's still a promising path."
Only then did my mother catch her breath and respond, "Yes, the second one is right. Liang Ran, even though you got into Peking University, I must tell you that you are fated to have little fortune and may not be able to handle this blessing. Be careful of retribution!"
Since childhood, my mother has always favored boys over girls. Whatever my brother had, I was not allowed to have. When I was in elementary school, my mother sent my brother to the best Private Elementary School while I was sent to a dilapidated Public Elementary School.
I asked my mother, "Why am I different from my brother?"
She hit me and said, "How can you compare yourself to your brother? You are worthless and only deserve to go to a lowly school!"
All my classmates came from poor families, while I was the only one wearing a princess dress and carrying a small backpack. The teacher curiously asked, "Why are you dressed like this for school?"
I cried and said, "My mother favors boys over girls and doesn't like me."
The teacher compassionately picked me up and said, "It's okay, dear. The teacher likes you."
Later on, whenever I brought this up, my mother would hit me and tell me to shut up. She warned me, "If you dare to speak ill of your mother to outsiders, I'll beat you to death!"
From then on, I didn't dare to mention it again.
As I grew older, I learned that my mother's disdain for me stemmed from her difficult childbirth experience. In her eyes, if it weren't for me, she might have died on the delivery bed. Every year when my brother advanced in his studies, our family would hold grand banquets to invite relatives and friends. Yet I never received such treatment.
This year, my brother was admitted to Tsinghua University, and our family's graduation banquet was very grand. We set up over ten tables for the feast and even invited a drum team to perform. I sat in the corner, watching relatives gather around my brother to toast him. My uncle raised his glass and slurred, "Boys have potential in their studies! Look at those girls; they did well in middle school, but once they got to high school, it all fell apart."
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