The night of June 28, 2007 was an important turning point for the 550,000 high school graduates in eastern Guangdong and their families.
Those like Chen Zhu who do well in the exam, and whose grades do not fluctuate much compared to their usual scores, have a high probability of getting into the first choice of candidates.
The parents were naturally very happy.
This means that from now on, there will no longer be the burden of "high school graduates" on the family.
When Mao Xiaoqin gets off work, she can have a meal with friends and play mahjong without having to keep thinking, "My son is going to study at night, so I have to go home quickly."
There is also a kind of candidate who usually studies very well, and even has very stable scores in the first, second and third exams, but they fail in this most important exam.
There is a very mysterious aspect of the college entrance examination:
What gives you a fatal blow is probably the subject you are usually best at.
Just like this year's physics, the difficulty suddenly changed to S++. There must be some people, even top students, who are not used to it.
Some of these candidates choose to repeat the exam because they cannot let go of their obsessions or feel unconvinced;
Some don't want to suffer for another year, so they choose to adjust;
But if your second or third choice slips again, the university you will attend in the future will most likely be a school whose name you have never heard of before.
There are also a few categories that are relatively rare, such as those who perform exceptionally well, those who don't pay attention to failing in exams, and those who have made plans to go abroad early...
The college entrance examination is never a matter for a senior high school student. Just like marriage, it affects the entire family.
One after another, several people in Chen Zhu's small circle also gradually found out their results.
The stupid mermaid has a score of 366. Her score has already passed the admission line for art undergraduates. Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts should have no problem;
In addition, art colleges admit early admissions, so she should get the admission notice before Chen Zhu.
If Rhubarb is 606, you should go to Huagong Telecom Institute;
Yuanyuan is 633, and her first choice is to major in Chinese language and literature at CUHK;
Wang Changhua 555, majoring in accounting at Guangzhou University.
Why choose accounting?
In his words, there are more beautiful girls than boys majoring in accounting. Entering by yourself is like a fish entering the sea. Not only can you swim freely, but you can also change your habitat anytime and anywhere.
There are some other friends and classmates, but Chen Zhu has no contact information.
It's a pity that writing "classmate records" is no longer popular nowadays. The so-called classmate record is to collect all the messages, blessings and contact information of all classmates in a book, which can be regarded as a kind of beautiful memory in the future.
The reason why it is not popular is that communication devices are becoming more and more popular now, and everyone can communicate anytime and anywhere.
If nothing else happens, someone should have established a class QQ group on the day Chen Zhu went to school to get the admission notice.
In fact, it is quite time-consuming to collect all the classmates in the "Classmate Record". If we go back a few years, in the era when people were accustomed to recording things with pens, there might be a girl in the class with a high ponytail who likes romance.
Let's do this.
Before Chen Zhu went to bed, he chatted with Yu Xian on QQ for a while. After saying good night to each other, he was thinking about something when his cell phone buzzed again.
Chen Zhu probably is Yu Xian, because no one has been added to this number.
After opening the phone, it turned out to be a text message from her.
Yu Xian: Chen Zhu, do you think I'm stupid just because I scored more than 300 points?
Chen Zhu smiled. The girl who held hands on the first day might think that the other person's opinion was more important to her than her college entrance examination results.
He replied:
Chen Zhu: Do you think that because I can’t draw, you think I’m a vulgar person who doesn’t understand art?
Yu Xian: Definitely not!
Chen Zhu: In the same way, there are specializations in the arts.
Yu Xian: Hee hee~
After a while, Chen Zhu thought Yu Xian was asleep, so she sent another message.
Chen Zhu gave a wry smile, and on the first day of using his mobile phone, he went to bed +1 hour later than usual.
After turning on the phone, Chen Zhu was suddenly stunned for a moment. He didn't expect it to be a "killing question".
Yu Xian: Chen Zhu, do you like me?
This is a question no matter how confident a girl is, she will think about it: Does he like me?
Not to mention the love brain.
They will even try to find evidence that they are loved in the smallest details.
Under the weak fluorescence of the mobile phone, Chen Zhu stared at the screen silently, and then replied with two words:
Chen Zhu: I like it.
Yu Xian: Then what do you like about me?
Chen Zhu was stunned. Are you here to "send a proposition"?
But this is probably the most common question asked by girls.
What do you like about you?
If I say I like your face, does that mean I don't like your figure?
If I say I like your figure, does that mean I don't like your personality?
It seems that no matter how you answer, there is a trap.
Chen Zhu thought for a moment and typed:
Chen Zhu: If there is a reason for liking, then this liking is not pure. I said I like your long burgundy hair, but if you cut your hair short one day, wouldn’t you like it anymore? I said I like your figure, so what?
If you gain weight, don’t you like it? So if you like it, you just like it. There is no reason and no reason is needed.
After sending this text message, Chen Zhu was quite satisfied. It was estimated that Yu Xian would reply to the text message, which should be something like "You passed the test" and "You are very witty".
After 10 minutes, the phone rang.
Chen Zhu unlocked and opened his phone, and there was only one sentence, but it was not what he had guessed, but...
Yu Xian: I like you first.
It was pitch dark in the bedroom, and the words on the fluorescent white phone screen were like a hole in the darkness, and colorful bubbles flew out.
Chen Zhu smiled slightly.
Romance lasts until death, it will not disappear, it will only take on a different expression due to different eras.
…
The next morning, when Chen Zhu got up, he found his parents packing their things and getting ready to go to work.
Looking at the impatient expressions of the two of them, Chen Zhu could still think of how they were afraid that others would not know but had to pretend to be reserved when they went to the office to publicize their achievements.
"What are you doing up so early?"
Mao Xiaoqin was in a good mood and began to advise: "Sleep until noon and then get up again. There is nothing to do anyway."
Chen Zhu shook his head: "Mom, when are we going to open an account at a securities company and hold the entrance banquet as soon as possible?"
Mao Xiaoqin originally disapproved of stock trading, so she kept pretending not to remember it. Unexpectedly, as soon as the results came out, Chen Zhu started to remind her.
"I know, I know."
Mao Xiaoqin suddenly felt helpless, "I have already entered college, but there are still so many things to do."
Chen Peisong didn't care about this kind of thing at all. Firstly, he was too busy at work, and secondly, he didn't care about money at home. He probably had less steel in his pocket than Chen Zhu, and he had no right to speak.
But when he was about to go downstairs, Chen Zhu suddenly stopped him: "Dad, do you have any black tea at home?"
"ah?"
Lao Chen was stunned for a moment: "You want to drink?"
"Giving it away."
Chen Zhu said: "Cao Jingjun, the grade director of the high school."
Chen Peisong's eyes lingered on his son for a moment, but he did not inquire about Chen Zhu's motives or reasons. He just asked: "What grade do you want?"
Chen Zhu's eyes were magnanimous: "Better."
"OK."
Chen Peisong nodded and said: "In the third cupboard in your mother's and I's bedroom, there is a box of Dahongpao from Wuyishan. It is more than 30 years old tea and can be used as medicine."
Once Chen Zhu heard about it, he realized it was worth a lot of money.
For tea, some are better the sooner you drink it, and some are more valuable the more you save it. In the end, it even produces a medicinal effect due to fermentation.
"Thank you dad."
Chen Zhu also said a sincere polite word.
"Hehe~"
Lao Chen grinned after hearing this, and patted his round belly as he went downstairs, as if he was feeling something.
Chen Zhu gave gifts to Cao Jingjun, naturally not to express his gratitude to his teacher, who had never taught him.
Chen Zhu’s target is Qi Zheng, chief of the Budget Management Section of the General Affairs Department of CUHK, an old classmate of Cao Jingjun.
I knew my score yesterday, and I also know that I will spend the next four years on the CUHK campus, so whether I am elected as a transfer student or start my own business, Qi Zheng, a powerful person who has money problems, still needs to get to know him.
However, Teacher Qi is not that close to me, so he needs an intermediary to mention to him: "Chen Zhu is also studying at CUHK. He is my student. Please take more care of him."
Therefore, Lao Cao is the most suitable candidate.
The last time he attended an appointment with a prestigious school, Chen Zhu felt that Director Cao had a good impression of him, and he also knew that he liked drinking black tea.
In addition, the timing is more suitable to visit at this time, because I just checked my score yesterday.
Of course Chen Zhu can't say that I need Qi Zheng's assistance in my development at CUHK. Please introduce Director Cao to me.
Instead, look for such a reason and say this:
Teacher Cao, I just checked my score of 652 yesterday, and I’m still a little unsure about whether I can get into Zhongdaling College with this score.
I have often heard the head teacher mention it in the past. Director Cao’s judgment on the college entrance examination situation in the province is very accurate, so I would like to ask you to help analyze it.
My parents taught me that there is no reason to come empty-handed. I once heard Teacher Cao mention that he likes to drink black tea. I didn’t know if it tasted good, so I brought it here rashly.
These few sentences are the opening remarks of a prospective college student who is "tutored, polite, very humble, and able to remember other people's preferences."
(Please give me a monthly ticket, please give me a monthly ticket, thank you everyone~)
Chapter completed!