"The student is going to see Mr. Hua Luogeng. I had an appointment with Mr. Hua Luogeng before. If the student gets full marks in arithmetic and more than 90% in other science subjects, he can go to him." Yu Hua said truthfully.
Luo Wenguang thoughtfully asked, "Are you in a hurry? It's getting late and you're alone outside. I'm afraid it's not safe. How about going tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow comes tomorrow. There are so many tomorrows. The students want to go tonight. It takes about four hours to go back and forth."
Yu Hua shook his head. He didn't want to wait until tomorrow to find Mr. Hua Luogeng. First, he wanted to find Hua Luogeng to obtain advanced mathematics teaching materials. Second, he didn't know how to face the 'good brothers' in the dormitory, so he simply asked for leave to avoid them: "Besides,
, the student also wanted his previous transcript, but he was in a hurry and forgot to take it."
"I have the transcript here, that's all. I can't defeat you. Since you are looking for Professor Hua Luogeng, then go ahead and follow me to the office." Luo Wenguang felt Yu Hua's firm attitude, shook his head slightly, agreed to Yu Hua's request, and motioned for Yu Hua to follow
superior.
The two quickly arrived at the teacher's office on the third floor. There was no one there, no other gentlemen. It was evening self-study at this time. The gentlemen each carried their papers and went to the corresponding classroom to announce today's first month's quiz results.
"I'm writing you a day's leave. You must return to school at six o'clock tomorrow afternoon at the latest. You must pay attention to safety when you are out alone. You need to be cautious, act in a low-key manner, and don't show off." Mr. Luo Wenguang wrote like a kindly elder in the family.
After writing the leave application form, he took out his transcript, handed it to Yu Hua, and whispered.
"Students will remember it," Yu Hua responded as he took the leave application note and transcript.
Luo Wenguang nodded and suddenly remembered the scholarship: "By the way, the principal asked me to tell you a piece of news before he left. Since your test score in the first month was the first in the school, the school decided to give you 100 yuan as a scholarship after research. You will be given it after you come back tomorrow.
you."
"100 yuan scholarship? It's so high. The students know it. Thank you sir." Yu Hua was slightly surprised and a little happy inside. He didn't expect that Peking No. 4 Middle School actually awarded a 100 yuan scholarship. This is not a small amount.
According to the proportional conversion, the first scholarship for taking the exam in one month is as high as 5,000 to tens of thousands of RMB.
"..." After hearing Yu Hua's words, Luo Wenguang was slightly helpless. After thinking about it, he still wasn't ready to explain.
high?
Lin Wan's scholarship is 300 yuan, which is three times higher than yours.
"Goodbye, sir, students go first." Yu Hua, who was in a happy mood, said goodbye to Luo Wenguang without further delay, picked up his transcript and leave request, and turned to leave.
I left the office and went straight to the school gate.
He couldn't wait any longer.
"What a silly boy. Why didn't I realize you were so smart before? Could it be that you suddenly became enlightened? It's really strange and interesting. However, no matter what changes occur in you, I hope you won't slack off."
Watching Yu Hua go away, the office suddenly became quiet. Luo Wenguang whispered to himself, with a hint of hope in his heart: "In ancient times, Qin Ganluo paid twelve visits to the prime minister, and Wei Caozhi wrote a poem in seven steps. I wonder if you can compare with that classmate Qian?
Achieve a career and create an era of your own."
Geniuses are still divided into three, six, and nine grades. Qian Xuesen, a genius student in the high school of the High School Affiliated to Beijing Normal University, was undoubtedly a top genius. He obtained full marks in all subjects of science in the graduation examination, creating an achievement that all high school students in Beiping City are still enjoying today.
The legend I’m still looking up to.
Luo Wenguang hopes that Yu Hua can catch up with Qian Xuesen and create an era of his own.
This is his expectation for Yu Hua.
…
On the way Yu Hua left school and went to National Tsinghua University, a storm gradually arose in Peking No. 4 Middle School.
Science class one.
Ten minutes have passed since the evening self-study started, and the figure of Mr. Luo Wenguang has not yet appeared. The students sitting in their respective seats were unable to study calmly and were a little restless. Many people looked at the front door of the classroom, eager to see Luo Wenguang.
Appear.
Everyone is waiting for the results of this first month's quiz.
Fang Yu, who was sitting in the first row, turned her head frequently and carefully looked at the empty seats on the left side of the fourth row with her peripheral vision. She frowned slightly, her eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment, and she turned back silently.
Still no sign of anyone.
"What's the matter with Lao Yu? You haven't come yet?" Zhou Yuan turned the pencil in his right hand, feeling slightly restless and anxious. He glanced at the empty seat next to him and was a little confused. Yu Hua was called out by Luo Wenguang before class, and he is still there now.
Didn't come back.
Tan Qing, who was sitting in the last row, had sweaty palms and sat upright. He silently glanced at the empty seat in front of him, took a deep breath, and forced himself to stay calm and not to be overly nervous.
However, since Yu Hua was not present, Tan Qing seemed to have lost his backbone, and a big stone hung in his heart. The confidence he had in the morning had disappeared, and what was left was all nervousness and anxiety.
He feels that he did well in the exam, but the "not bad" of poor students often just means they feel good about themselves. The actual results are still unknown.
To be honest, Tan Qing has never been so nervous and focused on an ordinary quiz as he is today.
"Da!" At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the quiet classroom.
The next second, the figure of Mr. Luo Wenguang appeared at the door of the classroom, holding a stack of corrected arithmetic test papers in his arms. Without stopping, he walked straight into the classroom and walked up to the podium under the expectant eyes of all the students.
.
Seeing Luo Wenguang, but there was no figure of Yu Hua behind him, Zhou Yuan frowned slightly, wondering in his heart, where is Lao Yu?
Is this guy skipping class?
"Now, the results of the first month's quiz will be announced in order of seats."
Luo Wenguang put down the arithmetic test paper, looked around, and after giving a reminder, he picked up the student's total transcript in his right hand, with a serious face, and announced the test results under the gaze of all the students:
"Zhao Anyuan, 80 in arithmetic, 92 in Chinese, 93 in English, 90 in physics, 92 in chemistry, 89 in biology, 99 in party spirit, total score 635."
When the test results are announced in person, there is no need to pay attention to protecting the children's self-esteem and protecting the young and fragile hearts of the poor students.
Grades not only determine a student's seat and ranking, but also determine the student's treatment and status in the school, as well as... the future.
This is an indisputable fact.
Cruel and realistic.
As Zhao Anyuan's first month's quiz results were announced, for a moment, the slightly noisy classroom fell into a brief silence. Everyone was shocked by Zhao Anyuan's results.
635 points!
Surpassing Qingbei and reaching the admission score for popular subjects of National Central University, this result made everyone look up to it. The key is that Zhao Anyuan's quiz score this time was 10 points higher than the final score of the last semester.