When Yang Rui's admission letter was delivered, half of the street was blocked. Whether it was because of curiosity, or the grocery shopping guys and women who cut their flesh, countless people expressed their interest in watching.

The reputation of being the number one in the country has been played out, and hundreds of tables of banquets have been held. In recent days, any news about Yang Rui and the top scholar has been discussed.

When Yang Rui arrived at the post office, the postman and his bicycle were already squeezed at the widest intersection.

"I'm finally here." The postman was excited when he saw Yang Rui coming, and said, "I don't want me to leave. I still have a car of mail to deliver."

"Okay, just give mine to me. You can go and say goodbye, sorry." Yang Rui said as he took the two-palm envelope.

The postman laughed twice, but stood still and said, "I've waited for it, I want to see it too."

Yang Rui smiled and shook his head, and tore the registration message open.

"that's all?"

"What?"

"Just...just tear apart?" The postman looked at the registered mail that Shi Zhen was incomprehensible.

Yang Rui laughed: "What else should I do? Can a ceremony be done?"

"I think there are so many people, and I think it's almost the same as the ceremony." Huang Ren and Yang Rui are young fellow townsmen, and they also guard the post office and wait for admission notices every day, and they came earlier than Yang Rui.

The postman also said: "At least I'll say a few words to everyone, and it will be torn apart in an instant, just like... it's like a sports meeting not giving a speech."

Yang Rui shrugged awkwardly and thought to himself: The opening speech of the sports meeting is annoying.

Then, Yang Rui shook the envelope and took out the admission notice. It was also a three-page structure, a larger and harder certificate notice, and two papers of instructions.

"Hey... you did it so fast again." The postman shouted twice in dissatisfaction.

Yang Rui glanced at the uneven acne marks on the postman's cheek, coughed twice, and opened the notice.

Partially printed and partly handwritten admission letters were exposed to the sun.

Huang Ren looked at the school he went to the notice, and his eyes were about to jump up with envy.

"Which school's admission letter?" The people who joined in the fun couldn't see the words and were curious outside and crazy.

"Do you report wherever you want to report?" asked if you are not sure about the situation.

Someone answered on the spot: "You must be there, you want to go wherever you want. If you use your brain, you will get the highest score. Why don't you all get admitted?"

"Will there be several admission letters sent?"

"How to choose if there are several admission letters?" The onlookers expressed their anxiety.

Yang Rui looked around and found that at least hundreds of people were surrounding him. For Xizhaizi Township, which only had one street, this almost brought everyone in the township government location.

Yang Rui smiled, stepped on a stone and stood up, bowed to the surroundings, and said, "Everyone, thank you for your concern. I signed up for a school. Now I have sent a notice..."

"Which school?" The onlookers' appetite was so suffocated that they could not help themselves.

Yang Rui nodded slightly and said, "I applied to Peking University and Peking University."

"Peking University..." Everyone's voices were like echoes.

"Yes, Peking University." Yang Rui raised the admission letter, showed it to everyone, and jumped off the stone.

The intersection became more crowded.

No matter who comes first and comes later, those who are crowded outside cannot see Yang Rui and the admission letter, but it does not prevent them from actively participating in the discussion.

Many people are so excited that they just listen to the name of Peking University and can't help but pour out what they know.

On this land of China, whether it is a frontier military town or a grassland mountainous area, the names of famous schools always have sufficient time and reason to be spread.

In China in the 1980s, if the school is determined by the school itself, it is Peking University and Tsinghua University and the University of Science and Technology of China. The National People's Congress is a strong liberal arts school. The University of Science and Technology of China has gone to Hefei, and the remaining Peking University and Tsinghua University are not divided.

As for why Yang Rui chose Peking University, it was just a purely personal choice.

It's also a dream come true.

In fact, when Yang Rui was a tutor, whenever a student in his class was admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University, Yang Rui couldn't help but envy him.

They may not be the best universities in the world, but they are the best choices for Chinese people.

The Chinese education system, which takes the college entrance examination as its trunk, has been giving the green light to Peking University and Tsinghua University from beginning to end.

In other words, students entering Peking University and Tsinghua University will enjoy all the benefits of China's education system and avoid as much damage as possible.

Even if it is a trivial damage, some people will consider students from top universities. For example, admission letters are best. The best schools are sent to students within one or two weeks of the end of the papers, while the schools with the longest waiting time will not be sent until more than a month after the third and fourth rounds.

As for the school’s teaching conditions, teacher level and teaching environment, they are naturally even lower.

Yang Rui stood in the crowd and accepted the heartfelt blessings of his fellow villagers. For the residents of Xizhaizi Township, this was the first time they had seen a prospective college student.

"Yang Rui, what major are you applying for?" Huang Ren asked loudly in chaos.

"biology."

"Biology? The scores for this major are not high." Huang Ren naturally felt that it was a waste from the perspective of scores.

Even after 30 years, the biology major scores at Peking University are still low. After all, foreign students can do scientific research and join pharmaceutical companies after studying in the biology department. After graduation, Chinese biology majors are working for foreigners. Their futures are not good, and the scores that reflect the fierce competition will naturally be low.

However, Yang Rui had already confirmed his professional route and smiled and said, "Score judgment is one aspect, and personal hobbies are also one aspect."

"Then you also advise us to study national key disciplines." Huang Ren couldn't help but want to resist.

"Isn't it good to study national key disciplines?"

"good."

"Will that happen? The school's major settings are so complicated. It's better to choose a major at the name and choose a major at the level. The major categories are almost the same." After Yang Rui said that, he greeted the people around him, and then slowly went home.

The onlookers made way for the way, watching Yang Rui go home with the notice as if he was a farewell.

Huang Ren followed behind happily, but his curiosity was not yet satisfied.

When you get home, you can smell the strong smell of incense and candles before entering. When you move away, you can even see all kinds of gods and Bodhisattvas sticking to the walls.

The Yang family's yard is quite large, with the yard wall in front of the house surrounded by dozens of meters in circumference. It is suddenly covered with various stickers, paper-cut wallpapers and pendants, which is really shocking.

"This is……"

"Shh--" Rui's mother wore a silk jacket from Huguang and ran out of the house. Her pendants were jingling and ringing, and she asked Yang Rui: "Have you passed the exam?"

"I've passed the exam, this is an admission letter." Yang Rui looked at his mother who was about to be in a state of great deity and handed over the envelope obediently.

"Peking University! OK!" Rui's mother looked at it and then, and handed it to Yang Feng with satisfaction, and said, "Please put it away for your son, son, come with me."

As he said that, Rui's mother pulled Yang Rui and began to thank all the gods.

From the main hall to the yard, at this time, the Yang family gathered countless heavenly soldiers and generals. The rough or exquisite Buddha statues and Taoist Lords must have taken a lot of time to find them.

Yang Rui was in a state of ease, so he kept praying with his mother seriously.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Huang Ren quietly slipped out of the yard, stood outside, staring at the Yang family courtyard surrounded by green smoke, recalling the more than one hundred and eight gods and Buddhas, touching a cold sweat, but inexplicably thought: Could it be that my family worships less gods?
Chapter completed!