Lin Nianhe’s final exam scores were indeed extraordinary.
In this era where college final exams are not determined by fate, hard work, or even generosity from teachers, Lin Nianhe scored a total of 599 out of six courses.
The professors in the physics departnt were grinning from ear to ear, even Mr. Ren, who always had doubts about Lin Nianhe, had no complaints this ti, and his eyes were filled with kindness.
The person in question was also stunned after hearing her results.
Monts later, she was flailing her arms demanding to see which subject cost her that one point.
The teachers weren’t angry; in fact, they thought Student Xiao Lin was quite driven.
Student Xiao Lin remarked, "Whether I’m driven or not doesn’t matter, what’s important is I’m about to develop OCD."
Had they made so agreent behind her back that she couldn’t score a full mark?
Why was she always one point short?
This ti was better than the college entrance exam because the test papers were in the teacher’s offices, scores already finalized, so it was fine to let Lin Nianhe see.
Lin Nianhe gravely took the 99-point answer sheet and flipped through it, not finding where points were deducted.
She asked, "Teacher Nie, where exactly was this one point deducted?"
Teacher Nie turned the paper over and pointed to a very inconspicuous corner: "You missed a fill-in-the-blank question."
Lin Nianhe: "Cursed be!"
She now suspected that during the college entrance exams, there was also a fill-in-the-blank question she missed because it was tucked away in a corner.
Teacher Nie comforted her with a smile, "Student Lin, your score is already excellent, especially since you missed two months of classes. It’s really remarkable."
Lin Nianhe: "Please don’t comfort ... I just want to go to the rooftop and listen to the wind sing a ballad."
A few teachers imdiately rushed over, pinning her down for fear she’d do sothing rash.
The teachers distracted her to shift her focus; so asked what she’d do during the break, others asked if she had books to recomnd for the holidays...
Mr. Ren also cooperated by asking, "Xiao Lin, why did you co to school today?"
All the other teachers looked at him disapprovingly, clearly indicating: If you can’t change the subject properly, then please don’t speak.
They all thought Lin Nianhe ca to check her grades, worried that Mr. Ren’s question would bring up her sadness again.
Student Xiao Lin said listlessly, "Teacher Ren, I ca to the Physics Departnt to deliver a lithography machine... Micralign 100, projection type, and another one to be sent to the Shanghai Research Institute."
Teachers: "...!"
Student Xiao Lin held her report card, feeling extrely sorrowful: "The truck is outside, you may continue, I need to go back and reflect."
Teachers: "..."
Good news: While they were grading papers and having a eting in the office, they suddenly received a projection-type lithography machine.
Bad news: Their top student seed to think her final exam results were more important than the lithography machine.
A pretty smart student, surely she couldn’t mix up priorities, right?
Mr. Ren grabbed Lin Nianhe by the scruff of her neck, eyes gleaming: "Where did you get it from?"
Lin Nianhe, too lazy to struggle, weakly replied, "It’s a secret."
"Then what are you going to do now?"
"I said it already, go ho and reflect."
"Just because of that one point?"
"One point is still a point."
The question that Lin Nianhe missed wasn’t actually difficult, but due to a printing issue, the question and answer lines were on separate pages. Many got it right, but there were also many who missed the question like her.
Mr. Ren was left speechless, and after a mont, he said, "Xiao Nie, give her ten questions. If she gets them all right, give her back that one point!"
Lin Nianhe’s eyes lit up: "Really? Are you serious, Teacher Ren? Do I really have a chance to make up for it?"
"Yes, indeed," Mr. Ren said, "Go do them quickly, then don’t leave for the holiday, we need to set up a research group, you can co help."
In just a few minutes, Mr. Ren had already decided to form a special research group, which not only required experienced teachers but also students.
Undoubtedly, Lin Nianhe was the best candidate for a group mber.
Exchanging one point for a group mber, Mr. Ren felt this rare exception was worth it.
But Lin Nianhe shook her head: "I can’t, I have to go back to Lan County for a trip over the holidays."
"For what?"
All the teachers asked in unison.
Lin Nianhe innocently replied, "My sister’s daughter is having a competition, I promised to go watch."
Teachers: "..."
Good news: Student Xiao Lin is true to her word.
Bad news: She really can’t distinguish between priorities!
The teachers all wanted to keep her, but her deanor as if to say "let go ho or I’ll head to the rooftop" scared them into letting her go.
After Lin Nianhe left, the teachers eagerly looked at Mr. Ren, desperately signaling with their eyes: Quickly, find a way to directly talk to Student Xiao Lin’s parents, we can’t let her go watch a kid’s competition!
After a sester, they knew a little—Mr. Ren knew Lin Nianhe’s family elders, but they weren’t clear about the depth of their relationship.
Mr. Ren could only offer a wry smile.
He should persuade her?
Who to persuade?
Convince Lin Binghui, who treasures his daughter like a gem, or Elder Ji, who won’t be persuaded whether Lin Nianhe is in heaven or hell?
Mr. Ren felt there was no need to speak.
Because speaking or not would result in the sa outco.
But his thoughts were his own, his colleagues didn’t think the sa way.
Facing pairs of eager eyes, Mr. Ren braced himself and knocked on the Ji Family’s door the next day.
Elder Ji was amused when he learned of Mr. Ren’s intention: "You’re late, Nianhe is already on the train."
Mr. Ren: "...?"
He now had reason to suspect that Lin Nianhe wasn’t actually upset over the one point yesterday; she had anticipated being recruited into the research group, made an excuse, pretended to be devastated, and then used it as an opportunity to slip away!
Mr. Ren glared at Elder Ji: "Can you keep an eye on her?! Isn’t she your god-granddaughter?"
Elder Ji glared back directly: "Do you know my granddaughter almost died in Xiangjiang? Do you think what you’re researching now just fell into your lap? My granddaughter risked her life for it! Isn’t it enough to give you the equipnt, you also want the person? Are you reasonable or not?"
Mr. Ren: "..."
"The Lin Family has donned military attire for three generations, and you’re still fixating on this treasure? She’s just a kid, what can she contribute to a research group? Are you lacking researchers or just looking for an assistant? Don’t say I didn’t help you, do you want Ji Mingyi? If so, take him! I agree!"
"..."
After twenty-five years in diplomacy, Mr. Ren truly couldn’t out-argue Elder Ji.
After a while, he said, "Then... when she cos back?"
"Let’s talk when she’s back, see if my granddaughter wants to," Elder Ji answered vaguely, still not forgetting to change the topic, "Speaking of which, do you want to take Ji Mingyi away?"
Mr. Ren: "You keep him yourself."
He let out a long sigh, trying his best to convince himself—forced situations won’t yield sweet fruit.
anwhile, the one he’d been thinking about, was protecting another.
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