Tan Wenbin left the balcony and returned to his room.
anwhile, Tan Yunlong silently lit another cigarette.
As children, we crave to grow up quickly; as parents, we also hope that our children can mature soon.
But when that day actually arrives, both sides feel a sense of displacent.
His wife stood up from behind the sofa and walked over, looking at him with annoyance.
"What’s wrong?" Tan Yunlong felt uneasy under his wife’s stare.
"After you have a clear future yourself, you can then provide a future for soone else’s daughter. My mory is a bit fuzzy, can you remind who it was that climbed over the wall to see during school and almost got his legs broken by my father?"
Tan Yunlong took a deep drag of his cigarette, the tip flaring brightly, and after blowing smoke rings towards the distance, he chuckled:
"Why don’t you think about who told you were coming ho from boarding school that night?"
...
The banner for the provincial math competition winners had been hung up, but the banner from the previous city competition had not yet been taken down.
Also, seemingly for neatness, the provincial math competition banner had been altered just like the previous one, with "First Prize" sared over with "First Place", the traces of the alteration were not only unabashed but seed eager for clarity.
Principal Wu was even more gratified that not only did Li Zhiyuan win a prize, but this ti two other students also won third place.
This is the leading effect of the leading horse.
Li Zhiyuan had just co to the classroom and was taken by Sun Qing to the principal’s office.
Several school leaders were smoking outside the office, and upon seeing Xiao Yuan, they all put out their cigarettes and entered the office.
The staff from Haihe University had not yet arrived, but that didn’t stop everyone from planning ahead for Xiao Yuan.
Everyone threw in their expert opinions and crafted a "bargaining" price list for Li Zhiyuan.
Li Zhiyuan, the person involved, however, sat on the sofa, seemingly detached from it all.
Wu Xinhao walked over with a cup of tea and placed it in front of Li Zhiyuan.
Li Zhiyuan looked at Wu Xinhao and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Principal."
"Pfft." Wu Xinhao waved his hand and pointed to the group still listing items, "What hardship? They’re enjoying themselves."
Having not eaten pork doesn’t an they haven’t seen pigs run; all being savvy educators, they naturally understood so rules and operations.
For ordinary students, college entrance is about filling out preferences, taking exams, and waiting for the results; getting accepted is a mont of extre joy.
However, for certain special groups, going to college is about waiting for the right offer to see the sincerity of the other party.
Considering the educational level of our province, getting first place in the provincial math competition almost guarantees an award at the national competition by year-end.
Moreover, along with the math competition craze, there’s also a surge in interest in "genius prodigies."
In short, a multitude of factors cumulate, and it would feel wrong not to take full advantage when bargaining.
Wu Xinhao, smilingly, asked, "Xiao Yuan, although you have already made your decision, Grandpa still has to ask one more ti, are you really not considering other universities?"
"Um, no."
Wu Xinhao nodded his head, then pointed to the people discussing and shouted, "Squeeze them, squeeze them hard!"
At that mont, Mr. Yan walked into the office with a young man wearing glasses.
Li Zhiyuan noticed this young man mainly because there was a kind of excited sparkle beneath his glasses.
Mr. Yan ca over, smiling and introduced, "Xiao Yuan, soone is here to talk with you about the math competition, have a chat with him. Though he works at Jinling Normal College, he’s one of our Nantong people too."
"Okay."
Li Zhiyuan stood up, looked at the other person who appeared sowhat naive and slightly shy, but the excitent, even more evident as the distance closed.
"Hello, teacher, my na is Li Zhiyuan, how should I address you?"
"Ge Jun."
The visitor sat down, took out papers and questions, and started discussing with Li Zhiyuan.
Soon, Li Zhiyuan understood the stance of the person in front of him; he was from the perspective of a proposer.
Not sure if he is now, but there’s a high chance he’ll also be one of those who, behind the symbols on the paper during exams, emits a grim and sinister smile.
There is a cruel evil inherent in human nature, otherwise, the arenas of Ancient Ro and underground fighting rings would not have been popular.
For question setters, watching examinees struggle, curse, and lash out within the cages they’ve crafted can bring a kind of "abuser’s" pleasure.
Interestingly, while others do competition problems from a "victim’s" perspective, because of his experience in setting questions for Tan Wenbin, Li Zhiyuan could now empathize more with the "abuser."
In any case, before the people from Haihe University arrived, the two enjoyed a very pleasant and fulfilling chat.
Li Zhiyuan employed a thod similar to the one he once suggested to a black cat, a thod of revenge.
This greatly inspired the teacher, who regarded him as a kindred spirit.
After the discussion, when they learned that the staff from Haihe University would soon arrive, the teacher was overjoyed, saying that since Li would be studying in Jinling, he must co over more often for exchanges.
The already-kindled fire was further fueled by the boy.
Li Zhiyuan felt that maybe one day in the future, this blaze would grow large and beco a terrifying hell that scorches generations of students.
The security office reported that Haihe University’s car had arrived at the school gate.
The teacher left his business card, and after a firm handshake with Li Zhiyuan, Ge Jun sowhat reluctantly left.
The mont he voluntarily closed the door to the principal’s office, a new gate of hell slowly opened within his heart.
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