Chapter 29 Paper
"You first and me first?"
"You go first."
"Okay."
The school beauty, determined to live a different life, walked into the office under the instigation of Butterfly.
And just when Lu Yao thought it would take a long time, she came out in less than ten minutes.
"So fast?"
"That's right. I asked the teacher at Huazhong University of Science and Technology, Fuhua University, and Beijing University about the major I wanted to apply for, and looked at last year's scores... It's up to you. Oh, yes, our classmates are going to have a breakup dinner together at noon. You go faster.”
"Okay."
Lu Yao nodded and walked in.
In fact, he had nothing else to do with Li Linjiang. He just wanted to tell him what the dean had talked about with him.
After explaining the matter clearly, Li Linjiang asked him which school he wanted to choose and could give him some opinions...
Lu Yao told each other about the goals and majors of TV University and Qinghua University.
And Li Linjiang naturally did not hesitate to let him choose Qinghua.
My opinion is simple: Qinghua’s software and hardware conditions are the best.
It is the highest institution of learning.
But in fact, Lu Yao himself knew that in terms of electronic engineering, the education in first-tier schools was actually similar. The real watershed moment is the postgraduate stage.
Undergraduate education is the same for everyone.
But starting from graduate students, the distinction will be different.
The success of electricity lies in the atmosphere.
Fuhua and Qinghua are similar in that they are not short of money and are ruthless and don't talk much. Each has its own background, and the biggest advantage of studying at Qinghua University is actually the international aspect.
But... what about international matters?
Although the past two years have been calm, in the next two years, the international situation will change dramatically, and students in the electronics industry from China will be able to realize that people's hearts are sinister.
At that time, there was a joke at Radio and Television University that one went to Qinghua University to go out and came to Radio and Television University to stay.
Therefore, when it comes to university, Lu Yao knows that it will be the same wherever he goes.
The important thing is that he needs a more "open" platform so that he can reduce the constraints of the rules as much as possible.
Otherwise...
Let's put it this way, under normal circumstances, I went to a graduate school as a graduate student and basically worked as a handyman for the first two years. After one or two years, he will follow the research team to conduct research on project differentiation. After another one or two years of research, and after his ability is seen, he can formally contact some projects.
Some people may not have any idea.
To put it another way, if the growth experience of an ordinary graduate student is followed, then for at least two years from the date he joins the institute, the only time the confidentiality department in the institute has any interaction with him is during the annual self-declaration form.
He would have to wait several years until the Secret Service put a polygraph on him and conduct an annual polygraph review.
That's the difference.
Therefore, after his reborn mind gradually calmed down, he had roughly understood his needs.
A more open platform.
Being talented can reduce some constraints.
It’s easier to “get ahead”.
Because only in this way can he give full play to his advantages as a reborn person.
But now that he thinks about it, the somewhat traditional academic style of Radio and Television University may not be suitable for him after his rebirth.
This is something he only thought about clearly in the past two days.
Walking out of the teacher's office, the school beauty has disappeared. But the name of the restaurant in front of the school appeared on his mobile phone.
After reading the message, he walked directly out and dialed Chen Aihua's phone number as he walked.
"Dudu...Hey, Mom, the results are correct."
"How did you do on the exam?"
Ms. Chen's words were calm, but Lu Yao still heard a hint of nervousness in them.
He didn't show off and said directly:
"Both math and comprehensive science are full marks. Counting composition and English composition, my score is estimated to be 700. Just now, the dean of students and Teacher Li both thought that I might be the top scorer in Magic City... They told me a lot about scholarships."
"..."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
After about two or three seconds, Chen Aihua's voice sounded again:
"Really...really? Seven hundred percent!?"
"Well, seven hundred and seven. At present, it seems that the score will only be higher, not lower."
"...Son."
Her voice began to tremble.
"Mom...Mom is a little dizzy now. You...didn't lie to me?"
Lu Yao was happy, and his voice also had a smile:
"No, Mom, the school just said that if I can get the first place in the whole city, the reward alone will be two to three hundred thousand! If you don't believe me, just call my teacher."
"..."
Once again there was silence on the phone.
A few more seconds passed.
"I'll call your dad...come back quickly!"
"Mom, I'm going to have a dinner with my classmates."
"Ah?...Oh...Yes, yes, yes, do you have any money in your pocket? Give me your card number and I will send you money now..."
"Mom, we are AA."
"Oh...AA is good...AA is good. Don't drink...it's okay to drink some...take a taxi back...you must pay attention to safety, you know? Watch the cars on the road...eat more..."
Just from the sound, Lu Yao could tell that his mother was already panicking.
So he quickly said:
"Mom, I don't drink. I asked Mr. Xu for half a day off today. Just don't worry. Also... when you contact my dad, ask him first if he is driving. Make sure he pays attention to his safety. It’s okay, my grades are very good, our family can rest assured.”
"Okay, mom knows, good son...big baby, good son..."
In fact, Lu Yao can understand her mother's mood very well.
After ten years of hard work, he achieved success in one day.
Even if he is not a parent, he can understand this feeling.
So he hung up the phone.
Just as he walked out of school, Lu Yuanshan called.
"Yaoyuan, hahahahaha..."
The ecstatic laughter had no substance, but Lu Yao still understood his father's words.
"Dad, where are you working?"
"No, I just got off the service area and wanted to have a bite to eat, and your mother called... Hahaha, okay, good son!"
"Dad, it's just an estimate now. We won't know the details until a few days later. You should work hard first and pay attention to safety."
"I know... Well, after this work is over, Dad will rest at home for a while. Then our family will go on a trip! I will reward you well! Hahahahaha..."
The overwhelming joy was once again conveyed through laughter.
As for Lu Yao's repeated instructions to "drive slower and don't get distracted," I don't know if my father listened.
The phone hung up and he had already walked into the hotel.
The school beauty who had just chosen to be inappropriate in the corridor was the first to bear the brunt and waved to him:
"No. 1 Scholar, I won't come home until I'm drunk today!"
"What the hell, I have a part-time job this afternoon." Lu Yao took out a bottle of Coke from the water tank angrily and joined the fight.
……
Graduation season is quite sad for everyone.
They were eating, drinking and chatting happily just now, but by the end of the meal, everyone had red eyes.
Even when we meet in college, we can’t forget the friendship of high school.
Everyone swears by each other, but Lu Yao feels like Ming Jing.
The relationship may not change, but after entering college, we are far apart. After the time spent together becomes less, the number of meetings will become less and less in the future.
Perhaps... it is precisely because of this relationship of being together less and more apart that the friendship between each other seems more sincere.
In the end, each person paid more than 30 yuan, and the meal was over.
Lu Yao, who was not drinking, looked at the school beauty with blushing cheeks and said:
"You didn't ride a bike today, did you?"
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
"No, I came by taxi. This skirt can easily be worn out while riding a bike."
Wei Qianqian said, smiled, and suddenly turned around and asked:
"Lu Yao, do I look good today?"
Lu Yao nodded sincerely:
“It’s so beautiful.”
"Hehe~ Come to my college entrance banquet in a few days."
"I know, I also called you at my college entrance banquet."
"Well...thank you."
"Thank you for what?"
"Thank you for your words, which strengthened my heart."
"..."
Lu Yao's mouth twitched.
Suddenly I wanted to give myself a slap.
Make you talk bad!
A good young piano artist suddenly ceased to be a human being!
Lu Yao, you really deserve to die!
Looking at his amused expression, the school beauty pursed her lips and smiled, then gently waved her hand to stop the taxi:
"I'm leaving."
"BYE."
"Bye bye school beauty."
"Qianqian, remember to go shopping with me tomorrow."
"Bye..."
A group of classmates also followed to say goodbye.
Lu Yao even saw a classmate who everyone in the class knew had a crush on the school beauty but was hesitant to speak...
well.
He sighed inwardly.
Young man, if you are braver, maybe you can...
Thinking about it, he said goodbye to his classmates and dialed Fatty Zhang's phone number.
Then... when the drunk Zhang Siyuan heard Lu Yao's results...
"Holy shit... burp."
He drank too much.
So I can only use this burp to express my feelings.
Then he put his head on Lu Yao's back and started breathing heavily.
Lu Yao took a look...Okay, let's go home.
As the turtle started up, he took one last look at his alma mater.
Goodbye, my high school career.
……
After seeing Zhang Siyuan back home, Lu Yao casually threw him on the sofa. Lu Yao ignored him and returned to his home directly to find that his mother was not there either.
Apparently he didn't come back from class.
He didn't care, but sent a message to Xu Ruochu:
"Mr. Xu, I have gone home and got my car. Where should I pick you up?"
"You can rest today, I'm at home too, no need for a car."
Xu Ruochu replied instantly.
"Okay, thank you Mr. Xu."
After Lu Yao finished replying, he silently extended his working hours.
After sitting on the sofa for a while to clear his mind, he got up and walked into his bedroom. In front of his desk, he opened the old laptop that Lu Qing had retired.
This computer doesn't have any software, and Lu Yao can't use it.
He just opened the WORD document directly and lit a cigarette.
In fact, he usually doesn't smoke at home at all.
But...he has already entered working mode at this moment.
It’s impossible not to have something to share the stress with.
Smoke lit.
He narrowed his eyes and fell silent again.
After being silent for about a few minutes, he put his hand on the keyboard and typed out a line of words:
"Looking at the crisis of my country's semiconductor industry from the perspective of chip import data"
After writing, he paused.
All deleted again.
Too radical.
Do you want to take a detour?
After thinking for a moment, he typed again:
"Inferring the Rise of the Chip Industry from Chip Import Data"
Looking at the title, he nodded slightly.
Well, this topic is okay.
So, I started a new line and wrote:
"In 2009, my country's chip imports amounted to US$124.9 billion, exceeding the total imports of oil and automobiles in the same year (data source: 2009 United Nations Trade Commission's Approval of Trade Data on Integrated Circuits, Stones, etc.)..."
While writing, Lu Yao remembered that he had forgotten where to read it.
If you write about the bright moon, you can't write about the bright moon alone, but also about the joys and sorrows, the waxing and waning of clouds and sunshine.
And his current thinking coincides with this sentence.
To write about China’s sense of crisis in chip imports, we can’t just write about the crisis. You have to write about the prosperity of the industry, the huge base of employees and the heavy reliance on foreign technology.
These should be written like flowers and burning oil.
This article seems to be praising virtue, but as long as a smart person can read it, he will understand his intention.
An 18-year-old top student in the Shanghai College Entrance Examination (to be determined), many students who aspire to engage in the integrated circuit electronics industry are determined to devote themselves to this career. Behind the passion... there is a bottomless sense of crisis.
(End of chapter)