I have heard about this new scholarship program that will be established before. This program is divided into three parts: undergraduate students, master's students and doctoral students.
Each section is open to all corresponding applicants. What is different from the past is that this time the selection method is based on units, and undergraduates are ranked according to their rankings, and the top 5% of students in the grade are selected.
Different from the previous selection method, graduate student quotas are allocated based on the number of students under the tutor. Tutors with fewer students usually only have one quota, while tutors with more students have 2-3 quotas.
The selection method for scholarship recipients for doctoral students is similar to that for graduate students.
A little bit of news has just been released, and everyone is generally complaining that the selection method of graduate students and doctoral students is unfair.
Why don't graduate students also use their grades to rank them just like undergraduate students? This method of selection is bound to have no way to guarantee absolute fairness.
"There is no way," Wen Siheng shrugged, "The dean said during the meeting that it was requested by the founder of the scholarship."
"After all, we are the major sponsor of the school. I heard that we also donated a laboratory together this time." He added meaningfully.
Mi Yingying asked curiously: "Did the dean say how much the scholarship is?"
"The first prize is 30,000 yuan, and the corresponding prizes are 20,000 yuan and 10,000 yuan."
"The third prize can be worth 10,000 yuan..." Mi Yingying said softly.
"Since the higher authorities want us to make a recommendation, there is nothing we can do about it," Wen Siheng said again, "Let's think about it. Let's hold a meeting in the afternoon to discuss it."
After introducing the scholarship selection method, Wen Siheng immediately returned to his small office.
Song Qi put on his headphones as usual, looking like he was shutting out the world.
Xiangyi didn't seem worried at all. He took out a small mirror from the drawer and arranged his makeup.
"Hey——" Only Mi Yingying sighed and lay on the table.
After thinking for a long time, Mi Yingying immediately sat at the table, opened the computer folder, and carefully searched for a series of projects she had done since she enrolled in school.
Mi Yingying was one of the last few in the postgraduate entrance examination and just passed the online re-examination.
The results of the few courses she has taken so far are not very good. If it were calculated based on grade points, she would never have any thoughts about scholarships.
But the way of selection seemed to ignite her hope. She thought that she had worked hard even if she had no merit.
After all, it has only been two months since the school started, and their studio already has an exhibition project that has been implemented and a competition that is still in progress.
If we look at KPIs, there is no doubt that her output value is much higher than that of Xiangyi who fishes every day and leaves all the work to his schoolmates before DDL.
Although she is a freshman, Mi Yingying feels that her workload is not much less than that of Song Qi.
Coupled with the active communication with classmates and teachers in the office on weekdays, Mi Yingying was full of confidence in herself while thinking about it.
As long as she gets the scholarship, she can replace the old computer she used for undergraduate studies for five years.
Opening WeChat on the computer, Mi Yingying's fingers flew across the keyboard.
[MI: Senior, do you want to run for a scholarship? 】
--send
Mi Yingying turned her head, her eyes bypassed the display screen opposite, and secretly observed the reflection on Song Qi's glasses.
He opened a gray interface.
[Song Qi: Not interested]
The reply from the other party was concise and concise. Mi Yingying couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and the keyboard in her hand clicked again.
[MI: Can seniors vote for me then? {crying}]
[Song Qi: Okay]
"What..." Mi Yingying muttered in a low voice, "Are you agreeing so readily?"
…
In the afternoon, everyone had a meeting as planned. They moved the chairs to the aisle between the desks, and Wen Siheng pulled the chair by the window over and sat down.
There was silence for a while, and they didn't know where to start.
Wen Siheng finally broke the silence: "Originally, I wanted everyone to vote for each other, but considering that there are only three people in our group, the voting may reach a deadlock."
"So, does anyone have a better way?" he asked.
"I think voting is good." Mi Yingying immediately took over.
"Where are the others?" Wen Siheng asked, looking at the other two classmates.
Xiangyi nodded and said with a smile, "I have no objection."
After confirming that Song Qi, who was silent on the side, also nodded, Wen Siheng finally decided: "Okay, if everyone has no opinion, let's use voting."
"Everyone can cast one vote, but it is not recommended that everyone vote for themselves, as this may cause a deadlock."
As he spoke, he pulled out a piece of waste paper from the file next to him.
After folding it twice, cut the paper into four equal parts and give three of the papers to everyone.
After everyone silently wrote down their choices, they crumpled the paper into a ball and placed it on the table in front of Wen Siheng.
When Song Qi finally finished writing the note, he stood up and handed the paper to Wen Siheng.
"Has everything been voted in? Now let's start unpacking it?"
Finally, everyone was given a chance to repent. Seeing that no one responded, Wen Siheng began to spread out the paper balls and fold them one by one on the table.
The three pieces of paper were spread flat on the table. Wen Siheng grabbed them along the edge and walked to the aisle to show everyone the voting results.
Xiangyi has two votes, Mi Yingying has one vote.
Although I said from the beginning that I don't recommend everyone to vote for me, the disadvantage of not saying it too absolutely is that both Mi Yingying and Xiangyi voted for me.
Obviously Song Qi also voted for Xiangyi.
What are you doing? Mi Yingying raised her head and glared at Song Qi.
Not sure if he felt guilty, Song Qi quickly looked away.
Didn't you agree to vote for her? If you don't agree, you won't agree. Why do you have to betray her at the last minute?
Mi Yingying's face suddenly darkened, her brows furrowed, and she glanced sideways at Xiangyi. The other party looked obviously very happy, her face flushed.
"Ah? Is it really me? What a surprise." Xiangyi's tone was exaggerated, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
"What are you pretending to be?" Mi Yingying muttered in a low voice, which was immediately caught by Xiangyi next to her.
"Yingying, if you have any ideas, you can speak out loud and let's discuss it together." Xiangyi said with a pinched voice.
"Wha—" Mi Yingying pushed away the chair, gave Xiangyi a hard look, and opened the door to the office.
Mi Yingying walked outside the door with a "bang" sound.
"Ah? Why is Yingying angry? Is there something I didn't do well?"
Mi Yingying who was outside the door had not gone far. After hearing this, she became even more angry. She turned around and opened the door again and came in.
She was so angry that her face turned red, and she gritted her teeth and said, "What are you pretending to be? Who do you show your green tea to all day long?"
Upon hearing these words, the corners of Xiangyi's mouth drooped, as if surprised and puzzled. He sat on the chair and looked up at Mi Yingying.
"Yingying, what's wrong with you? Why do you say these things suddenly? Did I make you unhappy somewhere?"
"You!" Mi Yingying couldn't control her emotions. She opened her legs and wanted to come forward.
