"Both Mizuki and Jingda are the best. They are very good. Talented people can go to whichever school they want. I don't have any objections."

Wang Qiuyue said with a smile on her face. After being surprised, she was already laughing from ear to ear.

In fact, at the beginning, Wang Qiuyue thought that Zhao Xiancai was studying science and it would be better to go to Shuimu.

But after doing some popular science, I realized that it turns out that Peking University is not a "liberal arts university". Peking University's science and liberal arts are very good. The best thing about Shuimu is its engineering.

On the other hand, the principal of Chengxian No. 1 Middle School also called several teachers from the Peking University Admissions Office to Chengxian No. 1 Middle School. I don’t know what they talked about.

The reporters from Chengxian County TV station left the place quickly after conducting an interview with Zhao Xiancai.

"Mom, please call my dad and tell him that the school will give me free money to go to college so that he doesn't have to work so hard outside. You can ask him to come back and you can find any work here.

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After everyone else left, Zhao Xiancai said to his mother.

“Peking University not only waives your four-year undergraduate tuition fees, but also subsidizes your living expenses and provides you with tens of thousands of yuan in scholarships for outstanding freshmen.

As you go to college, you really don’t need to pay for it, and you don’t need to apply for any student loans.

In this case, you can call your dad back.

I'll call your dad soon and tell him about this and ask him to come back early.

The current policy is good. It’s not like when we were young, we couldn’t even go to school if we wanted to.

When I was a child, including me, your grandma’s family only had three children, which was relatively small compared to other families who had at least four or five children.

But even so, it is not easy for us to study, mainly because our family has no money.

Your aunt and I have not finished elementary school and dropped out of school early. Only your uncle..."

Wang Qiuyue said with a smile, as she talked, she talked about things from her childhood.

Zhao Xiancai has heard these words said to his parents countless times. In the past, every time he went to his grandmother's house and grandma's house, these old people also liked to say this to the younger generations.

They talked about how hard life was when they were young, or how hard life was when they were young, and then they talked about how good life is now, asking Zhao Xiancai and the others to cherish their current life.

It was okay to hear these words once or twice, but Zhao Xiancai, who had heard them too many times, no longer felt anything at all.

After Wang Qiuyue finished talking about what happened when she was a child, she finally called Zhao Xiancai's father, Zhao Aizhong, and told him that Zhao Xiancai had entered the national team and that someone from the Peking University Admissions Office came to the house today.

Zhao Aizhong's first feeling was shocked when he heard what Wang Qiuyue said about free undergraduate tuition for four years, a living allowance of 1,000 yuan per month, and a scholarship for outstanding freshmen of up to 50,000 yuan before the start of school.

"Okay, I will resign when the end of the month comes in a few days.

We still have some savings at home. When the time comes, we will borrow some money from relatives to open a small shop in the town and work for ourselves instead of going out to work for others.

When the store opens, you will sell things in the store and I will go out to deliver goods. In this way, when our son graduates from college, we can also raise some money for his wedding...

Okay, I can’t talk to you anymore, I have to work.”

After Zhao Aizhong and Wang Qiuyue chatted for a while, they hung up the phone.

"Haha, Lao Liu, my son has been admitted to Beijing University."

After hanging up the phone and returning to work, Zhao Aizhong shared his happiness with his colleagues with a face full of joy.

"Your son has been admitted to Beijing University? Isn't it time for the college entrance examination? How did your son get admitted to Beijing University? Who are you trying to fool!"

After hearing what Zhao Aizhong said, the man who was called Lao Liu first showed a surprised expression, and then his expression turned into one full of disbelief.

In fact, as early as when he returned to work after the year, Zhao Aizhong wanted to tell his colleagues that his son was being competed for by Mizuki and Beijing University, two of the top universities in the country.

But Zhao Xiancai didn't get the admission notice, and he didn't have any other proof. He only had a few phone calls from Shuimu and Beijing University, and there wasn't even a recording of the call.

If colleagues ask how to prove that he is not bragging, he really can't provide any evidence.

If this happens, he will probably be ridiculed by some colleagues who don't like others.

There are always some people in this world who can't bear to see people who are similar to them, or even inferior to them, become better than them. Once such people appear around them, they will definitely try every means to belittle the achievements of others.

But when they encounter some troubles and need help from these people, they will shamelessly ask others for help. As for those things in the past, they will say that they were all joking, or just talk about it casually and don't take it to heart.

Class words.

Zhao Aizhong has seen this kind of person before.

But things are different now. Now Zhao Xiancai has decided to go to Beijing University, and with the preferential policies and scholarships from Beijing University, he no longer has to stay outside and work for others.

Besides, he will resign in two days anyway. These colleagues may believe it or not, but he must tell this matter.

"What do you know? Really smart students don't need to take the college entrance examination and are directly recommended to go to college.

My son was recommended to Beijing University, and Shuimu and Beijing University even rushed to call my home before, just to let my son go to their school."

Zhao Aizhong still said with a smile.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Hearing what Zhao Aizhong said, it didn't sound like he was joking with him, so Lao Liu also asked doubtfully.

"Of course it's true. Why should I lie to you about this kind of thing? If I lie to you, will I get more meat on my body, or will I lose some meat on you?

Moreover, my son is now in the national team and will go abroad to participate in the IMO competition in July.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Do you know what imo is?

It is a very famous mathematics competition in the world."

Seeing the surprised and disbelieving expressions on his colleagues' faces, Zhao Ai felt even more happy and proud, and continued to speak to Lao Liu.

"Hey Moou? What is it?"

Listening to Zhao Aizhong talking about words he didn't understand, Lao Liu felt a little confused.

"It's i-m-o, in English, it means clothes (i), touch (m), and oh (o) in pinyin. The full Chinese name seems to be what the Mathematical Olympiad is called?

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Anyway, all you need to know is that it's very famous.

To celebrate, I’ll treat you to dinner and drinks after work tonight.”

"Are you treating me to a treat? Is this what you said?"

As soon as he heard Zhao Aizhong say that he was going to treat him to dinner tonight, Old Liu immediately forgot about what Zhao Aizhong had said before about his son being admitted to Beijing University, and started to care about the meal.

The day after Zhao Xiancai returned to Chengxian, the TV station from Yixiu City also came to Chengxian No. 1 Middle School and gave him an interview. They also interviewed Zhao Xiancai's class teacher Fang Qiu and other students in his class.

Interview.

As for the content of the interview, naturally it was all about Zhao Xiancai.

"Are you staying here until July and then gathering to participate in IMO?

Or do we have to go to training for a period of time later? Or gather in advance or something?"

"Do you know the other six people who entered the national team this time? How are they?"

"Did you meet that pretentious guy from last time in the Magic City this time?"

…

After Zhao Xiancai returned to school, Cheng Zhijun and Zhou Yizhi, who usually played better with him, came over and asked various questions about the training team and the national team.

They all asked about life-related matters. Even if it was about study-related matters, they had no problem with the questions.

Because they know that even if Zhao Xiancai explains the topic, they still can't understand it.

"We will gather in mid-June, and then we will stay with other members of the national team until before the IMO exam, and then we will fly to the venue where this year's IMO will be held.

I'm quite familiar with all four of them, but I'm not very familiar with one of them, but I'll become familiar with him later when the national team trains.

As for the guy from Magic City whom I met before in CMO, he is indeed quite good, and he also made it to the national team this time...

By the way, during the previous winter vacation, our school had already started training for students who will participate in the preliminary competition of the National High School Mathematics League in the second half of this year. Who has signed up in our class?"

After answering their questions one by one, Zhao Xiancai also asked them.

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