Knowledge, is like a lover.
So study hard!
Zhao Yi is not just spouting slogans. Under the pressure of ’getting the top score in the College Entrance Examination’, he has to imrse himself in studying. The first thing he does when he gets ho is to accomplish the planned recitation task--
Review the poems he has morized once, and thoroughly morize two more ancient poems or half a piece of classical Chinese literature.
This is what he has to achieve when he cos ho.
Chinese is a subject that requires accumulation. If you study attentively every day, the effects will gradually show up, at least you will not give up writing ancient poems in the direct writing section of an exam.
Every point counts.
When he finishes the recitation task, it’s already after ten o’clock. After installing another chanical arm, Zhao Yi finally rembers to log on MSN and Penguin Number to chat with his team mbers.
"Let’s take a break then!"
Zhao Yi thought as he logged into MSN and Penguin Number, only to find a whole bunch of ssages waiting.
The majority of the ssages were from MSN, several team mbers had left him ssages discussing problems they encountered while using the software.
Zhao Yi took a closer look. Most of the problems were with the software that detects open ports. The software had very few instructions, many control buttons, all of which were in English, and a few white boxes that displayed information in a rather confusing manner.
It can indeed be quite complex for non-professional computer users to understand.
So he simply took screenshots of several pages of the software, directly translated the text in the pictures, and explained the functions of so confusing areas in a simple way. Afterward, he put all the explanations into one file and sent it to the whole team in the 19th Squad group chat.
The chat quickly beca lively--
"Thank you, Captain One Eagle!"
"This explanation is so detailed, I’ll go and study it again!"
"Just in ti! I’ve been studying it for a long ti, even if I understand the words, I still don’t understand what it ans!"
"Captain, /thumbs up!"
Zhao Yi smiled and sent a ssage, "Leave a ssage if you don’t understand. I will respond collectively at this ti every day, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be online. Anyway, I will reply once I see it."
He logged out of MSN.
"Such a hassle!"
Zhao Yi realized explaining things to the novices was indeed a troubleso task. He wondered how teachers could tolerate this.
"I really don’t have the talent to be a teacher!"
He thought to himself.
There were also quite a few ssages in the Penguin group. Professor Liu asked a question related to the sieve thod.
Zhao Yi responded imdiately.
Professor Liu didn’t respond back.
Zhao Yi looked at the ’Computer Technology Exchange’ group. The group was very active, with many regular lurkers coming out and sharing their thoughts that were relevant to him.
Human-making drear Gao Jixian: "Have you seen the news today? Our young brother Zhao Yi says that his lover is knowledge."
Science evangelist Ma Xiaojun: "He is just too young!"
Daily safety ng Ruohao: "He is just too young!"
Storyteller Zhang Zhen: "He is just too young!"
Sister Aweso Qian Hong: "When I get the chance, I will let that little brat know what it ans to have a lover, then he will know how important a lover is!"
chanical Signal Liu Chengwu: "Go Sister Aweso!"
Intelligence Technology Zhang Junlei: "Go Sister Aweso!"
"Go Sister Aweso!"
"Go..."
It was blowing up in the chat.
Zhao Yi almost typed "Go Sister Aweso" himself. He deleted the ssage with a few clicks on his keyboard and then subtly typed three words, "Call daddy."
In the capital.
In the computer lab classroom of the Information Building on the east side of Yanhua University, it was quiet at night. A long-haired female teacher was sitting at the outermost computer.
From behind, she looked like a mature, dignified woman.
From the side, the view was completely different.
She was munching on a chicken leg and drinking milk tea straight from the bottle, like soone chugging a beer. If soone else saw her, they would definitely be shocked.
She is ’Sister Aweso’ Qian Hong.
A female teacher at the School of Information at Yanhua University.
Qian Hong ate the last bite of her chicken leg and took a big gulp of milk tea to fill her stomach before she had ti to glance at her screen.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of milk tea, at foam, and saliva were all spit out onto her screen and keyboard.
Qian Hong hastily started to clean up.
A male teacher rushed in from outside, asking with concern, "Teacher Qian, are you okay?"
Qian Hong hurriedly wiped it down and turned around with a gentle and apologetic voice, "I was a bit sleepy just now and didn’t pay attention, I spilt my milk tea."
"Let help you clean up!"
"No need!"
Qian Hong carefully took out tissue paper from her bag, and started to wipe the ss slowly and carefully. During the process, she conveniently logged out of Penguin Number.
Watching Qian Hong’s gentle wiping movent, the male teacher couldn’t help but sigh, "Qian Hong really is a gentle woman!"
Elsewhere.
After Zhao Yi finished speaking, he noticed that Qian Hong’s icon had turned grey.
That woman sure knows how to log out quickly!
There was a brief silence in the group, and then it beca lively again. Zhang Zhen was the first to flatter, "Brother Zhao Yi is indeed aweso, causing a stir in the world just by publishing a paper!"
Science evangelist Ma Xiaojun: "I didn’t fully understand! Isn’t the proof in the paper incomplete? Brother Zhao Yi, could you help explain the part on page three where..."
Ma Xiaojun garbled a lot of words.
Zhao Yi roughly understood what he was saying and briefly ntioned a few key points.
The people in the group were indeed masters.
He simply ntioned a few key points, and the others quickly seed to understand what he ant, even going as far as to extend and discuss it logically.
Zhang Zhen was truly eye-opening. He even extended the discussion saying that this step could be used in basic robot algorithms, and ntioned a whole bunch of professional algorithms.
Zhao Yi felt like he’d learned sothing.
Indeed!
Even with system capabilities, when it cos to the breadth of computer-related knowledge, he still can’t compare with the experts in the group.
So, stay humble.
...
The following morning during the big break, Zhao Yi was once again called to the principal’s office.
At first, he thought it would be sothing like an interview, but what he didn’t expect was to witness a fiery debate between Principal Wang Chengmin and Principal Zhou of Zhengyang No.1 High School.
Principal Zhou from Zhengyang No.1 High School ca to Thirteenth Middle School to poach Zhao Yi.
Upon seeing Zhao Yi, he imdiately said enthusiastically, "Zhao Yi, consider studying at First Middle School. If you transfer to our school, we will give you absolute freedom, no matter whether you attend classes or not, or whatever you do. The school will also give you a scholarship of fifty thousand yuan!"
Such a large offer!
Fifty thousand doesn’t sound like much, but at this stage, private high schools only offer free schooling to top perforrs in the middle school entrance exam, with a scholarship of at most ten to twenty thousand. Public high schools don’t offer scholarships, they use regular funding and the school’s ’revenue’.
As for regular funding, no explanation is needed.
Revenue is sothing only top middle schools have.
Zhengyang No.1 High School’s revenue cos from tuition fees and study-abroad fees. Students with slightly lower scores in the high school entrance exam can ’pay their own tuition’ to study there, which is more than four or five thousand yuan a year. Students with very low scores can choose to ’study abroad’, where the ’study abroad fee’ is over ten thousand a year.
These two ’revenues’ have made Zhengyang No.1 High School one of the richest high schools in the province, even richer than private high schools, you could say.
Wang Chengmin felt very aggrieved listening to this. He retorted, "Principal Zhou, you’re not being fair. Zhao Yi is a student at our school..."
Principal Zhou interrupted, "Doesn’t matter where he studies, isn’t it all in Zhengyang!"
"If everything is the sa..."
Before Wang Chengmin could finish speaking, he was again interrupted by Principal Zhou, "Principal Wang, we just discussed to let Zhao Yi decide for himself."
"But you didn’t ntion the scholarship."
"Of course there’s a scholarship."
Principal Zhou spoke as if it were only natural, "For an outstanding high school student like Zhao Yi, of course, he should get a scholarship. The key point is not the money, but to let other students know, through the form of a scholarship, that hard work pays off."
"A student like Zhao Yi is a role model for all students..."
After hearing a bunch of official jargon and nonsense, Zhao Yi quickly said, "This... Principal Zhou?"
"You can call Teacher Zhou, don’t call principal all the ti, it’s not very intimate. I used to be an ordinary teacher," Principal Zhou tried hard to show friendliness and enthusiasm.
"Teacher Zhou."
Zhao Yi said indifferently, "I’ve been at Thirteenth Middle School for over two years now, and I’ve made up my mind to graduate from here. I’m not interested in transferring."
Listening to this, Wang Chengmin was so moved that he gave Zhao Yi a thumbs-up, and was even tempted to give him a hug.
Principal Zhou was disbelief written all over his face. He didn’t expect Zhao Yi to refuse, and imdiately said, "Zhao Yi, we’re First Middle School..."
"I know!"
"First Middle School is a key..."
"I know."
Principal Zhou realized that Zhao Yi was unmoved. Suddenly, he understood. Although First Middle School was a key school, Zhao Yi could choose any university he wanted. The College Entrance Examination was not even important to him.
So, whether it’s a key school or not didn’t matter.
He clenched his teeth, "In that case, Zhao Yi, the scholarship is one hundred thousand yuan! One hundred thousand yuan!"
Zhao Yi continued shaking his head, "Principal Zhou, it’s really not about the scholarship. I just want to stay in Thirteenth Middle School. I don’t want to switch to a strange environnt."
Seeing Zhao Yi’s response, Principal Zhou realized that there was nothing he could do.
Wang Chengmin was grinning from ear to ear.
Principal Zhou still didn’t want to give up, and he said a few more words to Zhao Yi. After finding that he couldn’t persuade him, he had no choice but to leave in frustration. He didn’t even exchange polite words with Wang Chengmin.
Wang Chengmin was so angry that he banged the table, "What nerve! Just because you’re a key school, you look down on us ordinary schools."
Zhao Yi was about to leave.
Wang Chengmin quickly stopped him and gritted his teeth, "Well then, Zhao Yi, Principal Zhou is right about one thing. An outstanding student like you should definitely have a scholarship."
"Thirteenth Middle School will provide... five thousand!"
Looking at Zhao Yi, he gritted his teeth again, "I’ll personally add two more..."
"No need, five thousand will do." Zhao Yi said with a smile.
Wang Chengmin hurriedly said, "It seems you understand the situation of the school. After all, we are an ordinary high school. Oh yes, given your current situation, I will allow you to go on vacation. You can choose to attend classes or not, evening self-study..."
Zhao Yi quickly interrupted, "Principal Wang, stop it. Just treat like an ordinary student. I will attend classes, evening self-studies, and I want to improve my scores and strive for good results in the College Entrance Examination!"
Wang Chengmin was surprised, followed by full of admiration.
Zhao Yi doesn’t need to take the College Entrance Examination, he can choose any school he wants. Any university in the country would be willing to take him in.
But what is he thinking?
He actually wants to score well in the College Entrance Examination!
What a spirit!
The dia reports were right, he is truly a role model for high school students in the new era, wholeheartedly regarding knowledge as his lover, a very respectable...
High school student!
Back in the class.
The students were also discussing, "I heard the principal from First Middle School ca, I heard arguing from the principal’s office, seems like they want to poach Zhao Yi!"
"Latest news, I heard sothing about a scholarship! Fifty thousand!"
"So much!"
"No need for fifty thousand, let go, I’ll go. That’s Zhengyang No.1 High School!"
"Traitor!"
"Do you think Zhao Yi will go?"
"Who knows, fifty thousand yuan... if it were , First Middle School is better, plus so much money, I would definitely go, it’s just half a year."
"..."
When Zhao Yi returned to the classroom, he noticed that everyone was staring at him. Sun Liang asked straightforwardly, "Are you transferring?"
"?"
Zhao Yi laughed, "How could it be? Do you think I’m the kind of person who would be swayed by money? Unless it’s... more money!"
"Shush~~"
The whole class laughed.
Zhao Yi made a little joke and returned to his seat.
Lin Xiaoqing turned around and whispered, "Really? You didn’t agree?"
"I’ve already said, no way."
Zhao Yi leaned in and whispered, "If I went to First Middle School, you wouldn’t be sitting in front of , and we couldn’t walk to and from school together."
Lin Xiaoqing blushed and turned away.
After a while, the bell had already rung, she suddenly turned around and said, "Who would believe you!"
"Big liar!"
"Hmph!"
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