Chapter 99 Welcome to Beijing University (44)
Monday, January 12, 2009.
There are still two weeks until the 2009 Spring Festival.
Xu Qingshan is sitting in the classroom, holding a copy of "Zhuan Xilu" in his hand. This is the last subject he is still accumulating, Chinese.
Because the half-month exam results were announced the day before yesterday.
Xu Qingshan’s English is also perfect.
What puzzles the students in Longjiang Experiment is why Xu Qingshan's single subject score seems to have become a fixed value after reaching the perfect score, and will not change again in the next exam.
A perfect score once, and then another perfect score.
If we talk about Xu Qingshan's progress before the mid-term exam, everyone seems to be like the rapid improvement of a bright and dusty learning prodigy who got on the right track.
That's how Xu Qingshan performed after the midterm exam.
It's completely beyond everyone's understanding. As far as his performance line is concerned, it looks like the rebirth of an old monster from the tribulation period that has been forgotten for many years.
In fact, Xu Qingshan himself was a little surprised.
In fact, he still basically keeps practicing every day, which are the new Mathematical Olympiad questions and Physics Olympiad questions.
He no longer needs to read the contents of normal high school textbooks.
Because whether it is the textbook content or the high school questions, he basically has it in his head.
Even if there are new variations of questions, they will basically be seen through by Xu Qingshan, who has a lot of reserves.
His current state of knowledge in high school has reached a level: no matter what the topic is, in his eyes, it is "the same thing that never changes."
It’s just that there’s still half a year left before the college entrance examination.
Xu Qingshan began to think about some more things.
If you really embark on the path of scientific research, what direction should you choose?
Mathematics? physics?
Or chemistry? biology?
Xu Qingshan did not develop a loyal love for chemistry from an early age like Ye Xincheng did.
He is more like an academic scumbag.
Relying on the amazing understanding and top-notch mind that emerged after his rebirth, he unscrupulously squandered his talents and learned whatever he thought of.
But even if Xu Qingshan didn't know enough about academic research, he knew it very well.
The world tree of human science is vast and profound.
Even if Xu Qingshan wanted to be an academic scumbag because of his talent, he would not be able to study all subjects.
No matter how perverted he is, he is still human.
Being human requires time to study and think.
The development of science is accumulated continuously by countless scholars over many generations.
Xu Qingshan finally needs to make a choice.
It’s just that
Xu Qingshan put down the "Traditional Records" and took out his Nokia 1200 from the drawer. He played with this compact mobile phone.
Not driven by particularly strong beliefs.
Xu Qingshan prefers to choose a direction that can influence the future mainstream to a greater extent and enhance his influence to a greater extent.
If purely based on interest, Xu Qingshan himself is actually more inclined to mathematical physics and computers.
As for the rest, let’s play with it when we have free time.
If you want to study mathematics or physics, then maybe Beijing University is more suitable for you.
Xu Qingshan picked up the biography again.
There's no rush, there's still a long time to think about it, whether it's choosing a school, a major, or a direction.
only.
Xu Qingshan never expected that Zhang Jincai's appreciation for him was so high that he didn't want to wait for Xu Qingshan to take the college entrance examination before making a choice.
This evening.
After Xu Qingshan took a shower after exercising, he carefully observed his muscle lines in front of the mirror. When he returned to the room, he received a call from his mother, Lin Yuehua.
"Hey, Mom? Why are you smiling so happily? Did you find money when you went out today?"
Xu Qingshan joked with a smile.
"Hahaha."
Lin Yuehua's happy laughter came from the mobile phone.
"Smelly brother! Now you dare to tease my mother! I have two pieces of good news today, and I have to share them with you."
Lin Yuehua's quick temper is also obvious when sharing joy.
"What's a good thing? You can't just get a housewife for me, right?"
Xu Qingshan arranged the books and papers on his desk.
Now he no longer needs to spend time doing questions and reading books.
Instead, there was the laptop placed in the middle of the table.
"You kid, please don't mess around with others. I think Tong Tong is pretty good. He's well-behaved and sensible. He's good at studying and he's pretty. You kid, you have to study hard even if you go to college."
Lin Yuehua is no longer worried about Xu Qingshan's college entrance examination.
This is why she can still laugh even though she is heavily in debt.
In her simple concept, parents should devote themselves to their children without any reservation.
As long as the child has a bright future, it's all worth it.
"Mom, don't mess around with things. Maybe Tong Tong will have a boy he likes when he grows up."
Xu Qingshan smiled, but reminded Lin Yuehua.
Just
“Are you talking about the child or yourself?”
Lin Yuehua exposed Xu Qingshan mercilessly.
"Hey, Mom, what happy event are you talking about?"
Xu Qingshan didn't want to get entangled with his mother on this matter, so he quickly changed the subject.
"Oh, it's your dad and I's job."
"Did you know? The teacher from Beijing University we met that day was the same teacher Zhang Jincai from Yunzhang."
Lin Yuehua described it seriously, and Xu Qingshan would know it just by his name.
"Well, I know, what happened to him?"
Xu Qingshan wondered what this fellow, who asked him to call him Uncle Jincai when they met, had anything to do with his parents' work.
"Teacher Zhang went back to Yunzhang last week to visit his family, and then he stopped by your dad's work. He also met your dad and their local tax bureau, and asked your dad to take him on a tour of the local tax office."
Lin Yuehua's words tend to miss the point. But Xu Qingshan captured several important information here.
Visiting family?
When we chatted last time, Xu Qingshan remembered that Zhang Jincai told him that his family members were all living in the capital now, and since he had no relatives in his hometown, he rarely went back.
I stopped by the Local Taxation Bureau to be a guest, got to know Bureau Zhou, and asked Dad Xu to show him around.
Xu Qingshan is not a nerd, so he naturally knows what Zhang Jincai is doing.
"Then, the results came out directly this week. Your dad didn't go to the window of the administrative hall."
"Then where did he go?"
Xu Qingshan frowned.
"I went to work as the director of the local tax office. Your dad said that now he has become a deputy director with real power."
Xu Qingshan was stunned.
The director of the local tax office is not a small position.
The full name is the Tax Service Department of the Local Taxation Bureau, and the position level of the Director of the Tax Service Department will vary depending on the region, but in Yunzhang County, this position is a solid deputy department.
This position is often regarded as a reserve for promotion in the local tax system.
Because after the merger reform of the state and local taxes, the tax offices of the state and local taxes were also merged, with the local tax hall as the main body. The director of the local tax hall would be transferred to become the first tax branch director of the regional tax bureau.
Xu Xuejun was only a part-time assistant subject in the comprehensive department before.
But being promoted to director is different.
Zhang Jincai's trip here directly turned Xu Xuejun's selection of deputy subjects into an actual promotion of deputy subjects, with ranks and powers.
This kind of love is not small for ordinary people.
Xu Qingshan understood and continued to ask.
"Then what?"
"Isn't this happy enough? I heard from my colleagues that your dad is still young and this transfer is crucial. He will be able to develop very well in the future!"
Lin Yuehua didn't understand much about this and could only listen to what others said.
"I'm happy, but aren't there two good things? I'd rather hear your happy story, Mom."
Xu Qingshan said with a smile.
"Oh, yes, your mother's class schedule next semester only has 10 classes!"
"Our principal called me the day before yesterday and told me to work hard and wait for two open classes next fall. He wanted to submit me for more evaluation awards. I can get bonuses and have my professional title upgraded."
"Tsk, he brought his wife and kids to our house with gifts and fruits, and his face was smiling, eh. I still prefer to see his expression when I patted his table last time."
Lin Yuehua is a fierce man who can slap the principal's desk.
The only thing that can make her happy is to take less classes, get more money, and get a higher professional title so that she can receive more pension in the future.
"Okay, okay, just slap the table and don't hurt your hand."
Xu Qingshan smiled helplessly.
Isn’t it obvious that we have specially arranged for next fall?
It seems that Zhang Jincai really put a lot of effort and thought into it.
Xu Qingshan and Lin Yuehua chatted for a while before hanging up the phone.
After putting down the phone, Xu Qingshan sat in front of the computer and thought for a while, and couldn't help but smile.
Although there was no warning about Peking University’s front-running, even Xu Qingshan, the indirect beneficiary, was not informed.
But to be honest, Xu Qingshan doesn't hate this feeling.
He felt that this should be Zhang Jincai's personal behavior, because from Sun Dongliang's actions, he knew the attitude of the famous school.
No matter how much they like each other, no matter how much they want to fight, nothing else will be involved.
Xu Qingshan shook his head and opened the search engine.
He began to search for the list of professors and academicians of the School of Mathematical Sciences and the School of Physics at Kyungseong University.
The next day.
Xu Qingshan chose a time in the afternoon and called Zhang Jincai.
He found a quiet corner where others could not hear what Xu Qingshan was saying.
But his expression was obviously relaxed and natural, even a little happy.
After Xu Qingshan hung up the call.
When school was over in the afternoon, Zhang Jincai and the teachers from the admissions team of Beijing University were already waiting in the office of the senior high school students.
"Qingshan, here, if you want to pack your things, take your time, we will wait for you in the office."
Zhang Jincai was so happy that he felt like he was floating.
The head of the admissions team at Beijing University just pulled at the back door of his class and stuck his head in to greet the students.
"It's okay. Let's go over first. I need to sign something. After signing, I have to go for a run."
Xu Qingshan smiled and waved his hand, stood up from his seat and headed towards the office.
The students in Class 2, Grade 3, just looked at it and admired it with envy, but no one was surprised.
Because of Xu Qingshan's performance, it is surprising that Huaqing and Beijing University did not sign him.
Everyone was basically numbed by Xu Qingshan's stable and high-intensity performance, and their emotional thresholds were raised abruptly.
Xu Qingshan entered the senior year office.
The teachers all looked at him enthusiastically. Under the gaze, Xu Qingshan walked into the teaching and research room with a smile.
Zhang Jincai also came in and sat across from him. Beside him were four other admissions teachers from Beijing University.
"Thank you for your hard work, teachers."
After Xu Qingshan read the contract carefully, he picked up the signature pen on the side and signed his name readily.
He stood up and thanked all the teachers.
Zhang Jincai stood up, and other teachers also stood up.
"This is what we should do."
Zhang Jincai smiled brightly and stretched out his hand towards Xu Qingshan.
"Classmate Xu Qingshan, welcome to join Capital University."
A strong and strong hand, a healthy and young hand, holding together.
The signed contract lay on the table.
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