Xie Lei arrived in Dengzhou at 7 o'clock in the evening. It was just dark when he got off the bus.

It is midsummer now, and the SARS epidemic has not yet passed, and there are very few people getting off the bus together, and most of them wear masks to protect them. However, as soon as she left the station, she was surrounded by the tricycle driver who was soliciting business everywhere.

As a reporter, she travels around news all year round, and business trips are commonplace. She has been traveling all over Henan Province.

She has been to Dengzhou many times, and the one who impressed the most about this small county town is the tricycle running around the streets.

In Dengzhou, the three-wheeled wheel can drive the momentum of Ferrari. The Three Rings Thirteen Rou and the Akime Mountain Bike God are not even considered a fart in the eyes of these drivers. They run a red light, drive in the opposite direction, cross the road, etc. are common, and the traffic police pretend not to see it.

Xie Lei was experienced and did not dare to get involved with these car gods. She squeezed out directly. She first found an Internet cafe on the side of the road and sent the manuscript written on the train to the newspaper. This cannot be delayed. It was specially explained by the agency before departure.

It sounds quite ironic. The newspapers sometimes have to thank the Internet, which is a mortal enemy. If it were put in the past, they could only find a place to send faxes. It is expensive and it is troublesome, which often delays things.

After finishing her work, Xie Lei remembered that she had not finished her meal yet. She just found a street stall to deal with her and called her home again. She was in a hurry and had not greeted her. Fortunately, her parents were already used to her job, so she just gave her a few more words of advice.

As a reporter who goes in the wind and rain, Xie Lei sometimes considers changing her job. From nine to five, she can at least make her family feel at ease, but she can't let go of the persistence she has in her heart.

When we arrived at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School, it was already completely dark. Xie Lei walked directly into the guard room, "Hello, I want to find your school leader!"

"Are you looking for a school leader? Which school leader are you looking for? What are you doing?" The security guard on duty looked her up and down suspiciously.

Xie Lei took out the reporter's certificate and said, "I am a reporter from Dahe Daily. I'll look for your school leader. I have something urgent to do!"

The news must have not reached the school yet. If she was the first to communicate with the leader of the first high school, this would be a favor, and subsequent interviews would be much more convenient.

The security captain Huang San took the reporter's certificate first and looked at it. He couldn't tell the truth or the fake. Dahe Daily was issued in Henan Province with a large amount of influence and second only to the party committee's official newspaper. He didn't dare to neglect it, "Thank you, reporter, right? Which school leader do you want to find?"

The school also has reporters coming to interview, but the school leaders usually come directly to receive the school leaders. No reporters have ever come to the guard room to look for the school leaders.

"I'll find the person in charge of your school, the principal or the academic director!"

Huang San muttered in his heart, and he didn't even know who he came to interview. He asked suspiciously: "Are you really a reporter?"

The King of Hell was so difficult to deal with when he saw the little ghost. Xie Lei had seen many such people and explained: "Can this be fake? I have something urgent to ask your school leader!" She also felt a little regretful. If she had known, she would have contacted a local correspondent to come with her.

Huang San couldn't take any attention. It was summer vacation now, and he ran to the guard room to look for the school leader in the evening. Isn't this a joke? If he didn't figure out the truth, he would rashly notify the leader. If he was really a fake reporter, he would probably end up as the security captain.

A group of people came over outside. When Huang San saw that the retired Principal Zhao was also inside, he changed his mind and pointed at the crowd and said, "Thank you, reporter, that is Principal Zhao of our school!"

Xie Lei looked over and didn't know who he was referring to, but she couldn't care about that much. She ran over and shouted, "Principal Zhao!"

The old principal Zhao Changsheng was walking on campus with a group of people to cool off the heat. When he was old, he had many problems. He usually didn't go out during the day, so he took advantage of the night to go out for a walk.

He suddenly heard someone greeting. Before he could react, Tuo Xiaoxue next to him reminded: "Grandpa Zhao, there is a beautiful woman calling you at the door!"

"Oh? What kind of beauty, is it as beautiful as our Xiaoxue?"

Everyone around laughed. Tuo Xiaoxue blushed and said angrily: "Grandpa Zhao, I kindly remind you that you are still laughing at me!"

Everyone teased her, "Aren't we Xiaoxue just beautiful women!"

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There was a lot of chatting here, but Xie Lei was a little confused. This was not a joke, right? Such a gray-haired old man, at least in his sixties, is really the principal of the first high school? She still came forward and asked, "Are you Principal Zhao?"

Zhao Changsheng didn't care. Although he retired, the first-high school people still called the same name as before. He had long been used to it, "Do you have something to ask me for?"

"I am a reporter from Dahe Daily, my name is Xie Lei. This is my reporter's certificate!" Xie Lei handed over the reporter's certificate.

Zhao Changsheng did not answer, but asked curiously: "Are you a reporter? Why are you looking for me, an old man? You have something to do to the school leader!"

Xie Lei complained in her heart, aren’t you the school leader? But she saw that there were a lot of people around her, and the news was still in the confidential stage, so she didn’t want to cause trouble, so she said, “Principal Zhao, I want to talk to you alone in some things!”

When the people around him heard her words, they said hello and left first. Zhao Changsheng was a little unhappy and grabbed Tuo Xiaoxue, who was about to leave, and said, "It's all right to say anything. This is a school. Just say whatever you have!" Tuo Xiaoxue was also very curious and stayed with the flow.

Xie Lei thought to herself that she was indeed the leader, and the old man had a strong personality. "Principal Zhao, I'm here to report you good news!"

Tuo Xiaoxue couldn't help but ask curiously: "What's the happy event between Grandpa Zhao?"

"It is not only the happy event of Principal Zhao, but also the happy event of your Dengzhou No. 1 High School!"

Zhao Changsheng also asked curiously: "What are the happy events in our first high school? Thank you reporter, just tell me!"

"Congratulations to Principal Zhao, the first-level high school students won two consecutive prizes in the college entrance examination this year. Two candidates from your school won the first and second best results in our province's college entrance examination this year!"

"What did you say?" Zhao Changsheng and Tuo Xiaoxue were both stunned by the news. After a while, Principal Zhao asked in a trembling voice: "What are you saying true? You are not fooling me, the old guy, right?"

"Principal Zhao, this news must be true. The news I received at noon today came directly from Zhengzhou!"

"Are you sure it's Dengzhou No. 1 High School? Have you made a mistake? It's not Nanyang No. 1 High School, right?" Tuo Xiaoxue was very suspicious. Dengzhou is a county-level city below Nanyang. Dengzhou No. 1 High School is not enough in the province. Nanyang No. 1 High School is the focus of the province, otherwise her father would not have asked her to go to Nanyang No. 1 High School under the pressure of Principal Zhao.

"Xiaoxue, I look down on us after going to Nanyang First High School. Don't forget that our Dengzhou First High School has also produced two provincial top scorers in liberal arts and five Nanyang top scorers!" Before Xie Lei could speak, Principal Zhao was dissatisfied at first.

Tuo Xiaoxue stuck out her tongue and said coquettishly: "Grandpa Zhao, do I just say that? You always make fun of me for the past. Besides, you have to settle the score and find Mr. Tuo. Was it his decision at that time?"

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Seeing that the topic went off the wrong path again, Xie Lei interrupted: "Principal Zhao, the Dahe Daily will announce this news tomorrow morning!"

Principal Zhao felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerated a lot and his blood pressure suddenly increased.

He taught books all his life, spent most of his life on this campus, and worked as the principal of a high school for more than ten years. This is his home.

In the 1990s, the first high school graduates also produced the top scorer in several provinces and cities, but in the following years, no one was able to get into Tsinghua University and Peking University again until his retirement. He always felt regretful. When he suddenly heard this news, how could he not be excited?

Xie Lei looked at Principal Zhao and found that his body was trembling slightly. At such an old age, she was really afraid of anything. She hurriedly said, "Principal Zhao, are you healthy? Why don't we find a place to chat well? I have something to ask you for help!"

"It's okay, I'm very good. Thank you reporter. Thank you so much today!" Principal Zhao was very moved. He worked hard for this school for decades, and today this was a wish and his merits were fulfilled.

After a while, he calmed down and thought for a while and asked, "Thank you, reporter, I am just a retired old man. Do you need my help if you have anything to do?"
Chapter completed!