Eleven o’clock.
The graduation ceremony ended, and looking at the school leaders on stage, Tang Qing suddenly felt a bit of sympathy. As students, we attend the undergraduate graduation ceremony only once.
However.
As a school, they have to organize it every year.
No.
Twice.
Because there’s also the graduate students’ graduation ceremony, which is the day after tomorrow. Repetitive tasks, similar speeches, twice a year—it’s truly quite the ordeal when you think about it.
Suddenly.
"Wait a minute."
Tang Qing rembered sothing.
--- Yantang University.
Three years from now.
When each batch of students graduates, it would be inappropriate not to attend as a founder. If Yantang University gains qualification to host graduate programs in the future...
"..."
Alright.
Instead of sympathizing with others, perhaps I should empathize with myself! Fortunately, it’s still three years away, and obtaining graduate program qualifications isn’t easy.
Even with connections.
However.
One cannot entirely disregard the rules. Managing an undergraduate program is not too challenging, but for graduate programs, the state regulation is very strict.
Too many considerations.
Public universities are relatively stable; they won’t likely collapse. But private universities must tread carefully, and Tang Qing could understand that.
After all.
To students studying there, that’s seven years. Seven years turning into waste paper overnight has consequences that are indeed too severe.
Take it slow.
No rush.
Ultimately, soday he will make the world understand.
He.
Tang Qing.
Is unstoppable!
...
Next.
Was taking photos, first with the faculty, then with the class. Afterward, take as many as you want, however you wish. Tang Qing felt like a tourist attraction, getting pictures taken in turns.
Leaders.
Teachers.
Students.
Alumni.
One after another requesting group photos.
Didn’t refuse.
These are graduation photos, so no point in dampening everyone’s enthusiasm.
"Co on, give us a smile." Zeng Rou and her entire class ca over; these were Lin Jiaxue’s classmates. Naturally, Tang Qing wouldn’t refuse.
Last night.
Lin Jiaxue experienced her final night at the dormitory, which is why she didn’t enter the campus with Tang Qing in the morning. Lin Jiaxue’s classmates were very enthusiastic.
Especially the female classmates.
"Hey, that’s against the rule. No holding Tang Qing’s hand."
"I will."
"You...I want to too."
"..."
After a while.
They finally stopped.
They didn’t do anything too bold, considering Lin Jiaxue was right there. Holding hands is probably the most ’moderate’ interaction between genders.
Around them.
The girls looked at Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue.
With envy.
All won hope to marry well, and Tang Qing is absolutely a diamond-level man. Unfortunately, he’s already taken, so they can only daydream.
...
Noon.
At a nearby hotel from the school, classmates from two classes gathered together, eating and drinking—gathered by Tang Qing. So school leaders also ca.
Current Principal Qiu Jie and the retired forr Principal.
All very familiar.
Couldn’t miss it.
Additionally.
A few vice principals and course teachers, even Tang Qing’s research supervisor ca along. Both are doctoral supervisors but also supervise regular postgraduate students.
The two of them looked at Tang Qing.
Inexpressibly grateful.
Who wouldn’t want such a student? Generally, postgraduates and doctoral students assist teachers, but that’s not the case with Tang Qing.
Projects.
Technology.
Funds.
Tang Qing has it all—a bona fide ’financially-backed joining’.
Therefore.
Contrary to the usual, they are even willing to assist Tang Qing. He has access to major projects, while theirs are at best considered topics.
In the future.
Whatever achievents Tang Qing attains on the road of scientific research, they share in that glory. With these thoughts, their gaze towards Tang Qing grew even warr.
This is essentially a mobile project library.
...
Evening.
At his ho near Fudan, another dinner gathering started—just the eight people from two dormitories. To sum up, it’s been quite a while since they all gathered together.
During.
The news ca that Tang Qing’s class was going to Myanmar.
"Count in."
Zeng Rou enthusiastically raised her hand.
"Sure."
With that excitent, Tang Qing couldn’t refuse, then Gu Man and Ning Jing also raised their hands to sign up. Their class had no group trip planned.
Besides.
None of them had been to Myanmar.
"Alright."
One sheep in the pen, three sheep are still in the pen; Tang Qing didn’t mind. Their internships were almost over and they had passed their postgraduate exams, so there wasn’t much planned for the sumr vacation.
...
Two days later.
They set off.
Instead of flying directly to Myanmar, they flew to Yunnan Province, Kunming City first, hopped on a bus, and traveled along the way—the final stop being Delin Province.
However, Tang Qing wasn’t on the bus.
After all.
With his fa dostically, being out in public ans getting sward, which wouldn’t be fun for the classmates. So he decided to join them two days later, eting in Xin’an City.
...
A week later.
Shanghai.
Getting off the airplane, the classmates were still reminiscing about the trip; in a week, they visited all the famous spots in Myanmar, eating the best and staying at the finest places.
Played quite happily.
During the journey.
What they saw.
What they heard.
Deeply shocked them; it was unimaginable that five years ago, it was still falling behind, but now it’s been developed so modernly.
High rise buildings.
Skyscrapers.
Not abundant.
But new.
Plus, they had unique architectural styles.
Only so old structures offered glimpses into the past while starkly contrasting with the new buildings, like bridging eras.
Everything.
Could only be described as a miracle.
...
On the sa day they returned, the National College Entrance Examination results were released.
"Brother."
Tang Nian’er excitedly made a video call.
"Guess how much I scored?"
In the office, Tang Qing chuckled. Your score—would I not know it? He knew it a week ago; once entered, he would know.
"Six hundred?"
Tang Qing deliberately said a low number.
"Ugh!"
Tang Nian’er pouted and said in a coquettish tone, "Brother, be serious."
"Seven hundred."
"That’s low."
"Seven hundred and one."
"Still low."
"Perfect score?"
"..."
I’m struggling here.
"Seven hundred and forty-one, isn’t that aweso?" Tang Nian’er revealed, and though that’s a bit lower than Tang Qing’s back then, it’s still quite impressive.
"Amazing."
Tang Qing couldn’t say anything else.
"Shiyu scored one point higher than ," Tang Nian’er added. Speaking of this, it wasn’t surprising; Qin Shiqi had a gentle personality and especially loved practicing problems.
Perhaps it’s due to the spread of her obsessive-compulsive disorder for organizing things, that she couldn’t tolerate even one red cross on the paper; clearly, this is a deduction from her essay score.
This aspect.
Is Qin Shiyu’s shortcoming. Typically, essay topics revolve around relatively ’positive’ thes, which highly contradict Qin Shiyu’s personality.
Her essays have always been sowhat ’fluid’. Though not straying off-topic, they didn’t have the enthusiastic writing that most people possess.
llow.
Like poetry.
Full of literary flair.
Therefore.
After estimating the scores, she realized all other areas were correct, with only the essay less assured. Nevertheless, she achieved nationwide the highest score on the science section of this exam paper.
Presumably.
Uncle and aunt would be thrilled.
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