做梦的空间（下）(4)

The most horrible scene for me is the announcement of the results. The teacher came into the classroom with a pile of test papers in hands. After everything was ready, he cleared his throat to declare the beginning of the process. "Bill, the first, 98 points, very good; Tony, the second, 93 points, I'm glad for your efforts, since you are not so excellent last time; Neil, the third, 90 points, not bad, you need to try even harder next time." It is always my turn when everyone's name had been pronounced, "Peter, the last one, 30 points, I've never seen a boy as incorrigible as you are. You worthless, when can you take off your 'bottom one' hat?" His words caused a roar of laughter by the whole class, and took my already self-abased mentality a turn for the worse. My grandfather dissuaded Hans now and then from the crazy idea of moulding me into a genius. "Be realistic and stopping having your head in the clouds. Chinese soil is not fit for genius, while middle course is the golden rule in China. Have you seen a genius ending well in recent history? Ning Bo broke from the secular world and became a monk; Wei Yong Kang fell from the altar and became a laughing-stock. Lin Jia Wen jumped to his death. Geniuses may be extraordinary in most people's eyes, the vast majority of them are nonetheless too unsociable to lead happy lives. To bring Peter down to an ordinary man, to send him to an average university, find an ordinary job and get married with an average partner is the only right way forward!" Notwithstanding his well-meant words, Hans always argued with him until both of them are blue in the face. "You are gambling! It may be satisfactory if you win, but what if you lose? Even if you are a good sport, can you trifle with Peter's future?" Grandpa snarled when he was driven mad.