Seeing this, Luo Wenguang nodded, and walked up to the podium under the gaze of all the students. His face softened, a kind smile appeared, and he was no longer serious: "What can you gain from returning home this time? Li Sheng,
You are the squad leader, tell me."
"Sir, the student has enjoyed the blessing of being reunited with his family when he returned home. He has learned a lot of key knowledge in mathematics subjects and is confident of passing the National Peking University." Li Fan, the class monitor, was startled when his name was read out. He did not dare to delay and stood up immediately.
He stood up and raised his hands to bow.
The class monitor, Li Fan, ranked third in the class. He scored 608 points in the seven-subject exam at the end of last semester, just past the admission limit of National Peking University. As long as he works hard this semester and puts math and chemistry in the exam, he will take the exam by then.
Six hundred and twenty-three is quite promising.
With a score of 620 or more, you can be admitted to National Peking University.
When I heard that the class monitor was preparing to get admitted to National Peking University, the students sitting in the first row looked calm and relaxed.
Some of the students sitting in the back row looked enviously, while others secretly smacked their lips, National Peking University, this was something they couldn't even imagine.
Don’t think that there are no bad students in Beijing No. 4 Middle School. Compared with the top students in the class, the students who rank at the bottom can be called ‘students’.
Although these scumbags were transferred to other municipal middle schools and could instantly become top academics, their essence remained unchanged and they were at the bottom of the contempt chain of Neo-Confucian Class 1.
"Yes, Mr. Li has great ambitions. Sir, I would like to wish you a title on the gold medal list and demonstrate your ambitions."
Luo Wenguang heard this, nodded and smiled, and sent his congratulations to class monitor Li Fan. He pressed his hands down to indicate that he should sit down, and turned his eyes to Zhao Anyuan, who ranked first in the science class. His eyes were full of expectations: "Sheng Zhao, I heard that class monitor
Sir, I would like to know what your harvest is."
Monitor Li Fan was not proud. He sat down seriously and glanced subconsciously to the left, where a person sat silently.
For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to the leftmost position in the first row.
In the first row, far left, only students with the best grades can sit. This position has been occupied by one person for two years, and no one can shake his position.
Everyone's attention was focused on Zhao Anyuan, who ranked first.
Zhao Anyuan is the top academic in Peking No. 4 Middle School. He ranks first in the school in mathematics and second in the school in final grades, second only to Lin Wan. He single-handedly dominates the literature class. He is talented and talented. He is the second chairman of the joint committee.
Zhao Anyuan did not want to be the leader of the first science class because he did not want to be.
"Zhao Anyuan... they are all serious geniuses." Yu Hua looked at Zhao Anyuan, who was the focus of the crowd, and sighed in his heart. As a scumbag, he, Li Fan, Zhao Anyuan and Lin Wan, who he had met before, etc.
Compared with people, it is really too far away.
He has real materials, top-notch talents and talents, and is considered the genius of the times. He really couldn't compare to me in his previous life.
Looking at Zhao Anyuan who had already stood up and bowed, Yu Hua's eyes showed determination. He must work hard and continue to work hard.
Zhao Anyuan did not show an arrogant look on his face as he competed with class monitor Li Fan. Instead, he looked serious: "Mr. Hui, when I returned home, I met many victims of the Sichuan disaster. I took 100 yuan of my personal savings and arranged for the accompanying housekeeper to buy food for charity.
Porridge, to help the victims, but the students’ efforts were really meager and they could only save 216 victims.”
There is a sense of self-blame in the words.
As soon as the words came out, the whole place fell into silence.
Everyone looked in disbelief, and monitor Li Fan was even more stunned.
Two hundred and sixteen. - When Yu Hua heard the other party's answer, he suddenly froze on the spot, a little unbelievable. He looked at Zhao Anyuan carefully. There was no show off or hypocrisy on the other party's face, only real sincerity.
this,
this,
this,
Are we really the same age?
The scale is beyond imagination.
Did he save Xu Rui's brother and sister, or did he save Zhao Anyuan for the sake of fellow Sichuan Jiangyou?
In my memory, Zhao Anyuan was from Shanghai and came from a wealthy family. He was not related to these refugees, so he bought grain and gave porridge to 216 people.
The gap between this is too big.
The most important thing is that Yu Hua can feel that Zhao Anyuan, who is a son of a wealthy family, does not have any discrimination or hypocrisy, and behaves like a man, openly and sincerely.
After saying these words, not even Yu Hua had any doubts in his heart.
"Sir, I never thought that you, Mr. Zhao, would do such a thing. You only act within your ability. The fact that you were able to save 216 victims is already an astonishing feat."
Upon hearing Zhao Anyuan's words, Mr. Luo Wenguang, who was looking forward to it, was stunned. The words of the 216 victims echoed in his mind. After two seconds, he couldn't help but praise: "Zhao Sheng, you...
Tell me in detail about how to give porridge."
Relieve the victims!
Luo Wenguang never thought that what Zhao Ansheng said about returning home was not to enjoy family happiness, but to help the victims.
Two hundred and sixteen people were saved, which was a shocking move for a high school student.
"Mr. Hui, let me tell you classmates, on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, Anyuan lived in Jinyu Alley, Dongcheng. It was snowing heavily. When he and his housekeeper were shopping for New Year's goods and returning home, they encountered two victims lying on the roadside.
There were refugees, so Anyuan asked the housekeeper to treat two victims. After questioning, he learned that the two victims were from Sichuan. They had experienced a severe drought this year and fled to Peiping. An unknown number of them died of starvation and freezing."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Anyuan greeted Mr. Luo Wenguang and the surrounding classmates, and preached seriously:
"Anyuan couldn't bear to see this scene. Sichuan is our province of China, and we are all compatriots in China. When our compatriots are in trouble, we should support them. The student took his savings of 100 yuan and ordered the housekeeper to buy 800 kilograms of rice and 1,400 kilograms of sweet potatoes.
One hundred kilograms, an ocean of rice, sixteen kilograms, and an ocean of sweet potatoes, twenty-eight kilograms. Two victims were asked to go back and contact their companions. They set up tents and gave porridge, which consumed 220 kilograms of food every day. There were 216 victims on the roster. However, Anyuan's strength was meager.
Only 10% of the grain purchased was left. Fortunately, government officials arrived yesterday to take over the porridge task and take charge of the relief work for the victims, so Anyuan gave up."
At the end of the words, the tone was heavy.
Although the roster written by Zhao Anyuan himself contained 216 people, he understood that according to the descriptions of the victims, it was unknown how many compatriots died of hunger during the Sichuan famine.
silence.
Deathly silence.
In the Neo-Confucianism Class 1 classroom, all the students were silent after listening to what Zhao Anyuan said. Their minds could not help but recall what they had done when they returned home during the winter vacation. They secretly compared it in their hearts and felt ashamed of themselves.
Zhao Anyuan alone outperformed the entire class.
No one can compare.
"Great kindness, great kindness! Anyuan, you have done enough. Sir, I am happy for you. You are worthy of the name of a student of No. 4 Middle School."
After listening to Zhao Anyuan's account of the details of the porridge donation, Mr. Luo Wenguang sighed inwardly. He looked at Zhao Anyuan with concern and stopped addressing Zhao Anyuan: "Anyuan, which school do you want to go to?"
"Mr. Hui, Anyuan is not talented. He wants to apply for the Central Aviation School. He is committed to the blue sky and is willing to serve the country with aviation. The reason why the Japanese invaders are strong is because we do not have a strong air force. Anyuan wants to become the best pilot." Zhao Anyuan.
His face was solemn and he bluntly revealed his thoughts.