Return to the 1982 Staff Compound

Chapter 46 Disappeared

Qiu Huoming had a lot of capital in his past and present life. He had a good meal recently and his body had obviously gained more powerful lines. The boy took a shower proudly and was the first to return to the triple room with wet hair. He was trying hard to dry his hair.

Director Jiang also came back after washing. There was no expression on his dark face. After putting down the washbasin, he put on his coat, took out a pack of cigarettes, walked to the window, opened the window a crack with a "whoosh", took out a cigarette and started smoking.

Sun Zili, who was sitting on the bed reading a book, asked in a low voice: "Director Jiang, is there a lot of people in the bathing area?"

"It's a good time to go now. It's empty." Director Jiang replied with his head tilted.

"Then I'll go take a shower." Sun Zili followed suit, changed into slippers, and went out with the washbasin.

Qiu Huoming felt that his hair was almost dry, so he sat down on the bed and casually rummaged through his schoolbag, "Hey!"

Qiu Huoming fumbled for a long time and said, "No way, I forgot to bring the real test paper?"

Director Jiang turned around and asked, "What do you mean by real test questions?"

"I remember bringing the review materials that Teacher Cheng gave me. I also want to review them before the exam."

"Did it fall into the car?"

"The other things are still there, they definitely weren't left in the car."

Qiu Huoming thought about it and recalled the scene when he was packing his schoolbag. His memory was very good and such a mistake was almost impossible to happen.

"Forget it. The question types are all in my mind anyway." Qiu Huoming was too lazy to think about it any more. He simply opened the magazine he had just bought today, unpacked it, took out "Story Club" and started reading.

Director Jiang finished his cigarette, closed the window, walked to the middle bed, and leaned on it. "The extracurricular books you bought? Show me one."

He pointed to the opened copy of "Youth Literature and Art" and said.

"Oh, okay." Qiu Huoming was a little worried that he would think he was wasting his time on trivial things.

Unexpectedly, Director Jiang didn't care at all what he was reading. He took "Youth Literature and Art" and began to read it carefully. When he saw something funny, his dark face looked like a blooming chrysanthemum and he laughed out loud.

Qiu Huoming never expected that Director Jiang's sense of humor was so low, which was totally unrelated to his domineering personality.

It was not until Teacher Cheng came up and knocked on the door to ask him what time he would go for dinner that he reluctantly put down the magazine.

What he ordered for dinner was even simpler: a large bowl of porridge, a portion of pickles, a meat bun and a steamed bun for each person.

Gu Xiaoran drank the porridge, ate the meat buns, and gave the steamed bun to Qiu Huoming.

Qiu Huoming ate a meat bun and two steamed buns and drank a bowl of porridge. Only then did he touch his stomach with satisfaction. At his age, he could eat a lot. In the compound, he lived a very frugal life and had almost no food in his stomach.

It’s great to be out and about, you can eat and drink for free and broaden your horizons.

Before going upstairs, Teacher Cheng repeatedly reminded us, "Go to bed early tonight. Only when you have enough rest can you better face the competition."

Qiu Huoming and Sun Zili naturally nodded in agreement.

But as soon as they returned to the room, Sun Zili began to memorize the formulas, Qiu Huoming exchanged magazines with Director Jiang, and both of them were studying hard.

Director Jiang was extremely restrained this time. Qiu Huoming occasionally glanced at him and saw that he was gritting his teeth. People who didn't know would think he was angry, but Qiu Huoming was sure that he was just trying to hold back his laughter.

The next morning, Teacher Cheng came up and knocked on the door. Director Jiang came back after washing up, and Qiu Huoming had already changed his clothes and was waiting to set off.

Sun Zili was carrying his schoolbag, still holding his document in his hand, muttering to himself.

Qiu Huoming wanted to comfort him, but he didn't want him to misunderstand him and think that he was deliberately disturbing his review, so he just endured it and let it go.

I'm not familiar with him anyway.

We drank soy milk in the restaurant, and each person had a fried dough stick and two boiled eggs.

The corner of Qiu Huoming's mouth twitched slightly. This meant that he had to get 100 points. He didn't expect Director Jiang to be so particular.

After eating, he touched his stomach and wondered what to do if he was not full.

Director Jiang was obviously not full himself, so he added five steamed buns and asked them to take them in the car.

The jeep sped all the way to the University of Science and Technology.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Red Building, the lobby on the first floor was already crowded with students, and the young man who had registered him yesterday was maintaining order.

A few minutes before 8 o'clock, the young man shouted:

"Please go upstairs in an orderly manner and bring the cards you were given when you reported. After entering the examination room, remember to place your schoolbag on the podium. Remember, you are not allowed to bring anything into the examination room except stationery and that card... After entering the examination room, place the card in the upper right corner of the table..."

Qiu Huoming and his group followed the crowd up to the third floor. After entering the examination room, Director Jiang, Teacher Cheng and accompanying personnel from other schools were stopped.

There were already five teachers present in the examination room.

After a while, a group of people in formal attire came up from downstairs, followed by a cameraman.

The camera was large and looked heavy; he carried it on his shoulder, trying hard to maintain his balance, and followed the group of people with the camera all the way into the examination room.

Qiu Huoming had been sitting there for a few minutes. This large classroom had already been decorated. Some slogans about the Mathematical Olympiad were hung on the front and back sides, and there was a connected microphone on the podium.

The group was led by a middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit and had a fair complexion. After entering the classroom, he walked straight out of the team, came to the podium, took the microphone and began to speak.

His voice was very friendly, and he said some encouraging words to the candidates in the audience. The camera following him started from him and slowly pointed to the students below. The students below had never seen such a big scene before and they were all very excited.

After a brief speech, the man in the Zhongshan suit walked off the stage with the microphone and randomly found a student sitting in the first row. The student was a little shy, and he asked a question and the student answered stutteringly.

After the interview, he seemed dissatisfied. He straightened up, glanced at the other students present, dragged the microphone cord under his feet, walked straight to Qiu Huoming, and asked kindly: "My classmate, what is your name, and where are you from?"

"Teacher, my name is Qiu Huoming. I'm from Wucheng County, Wucheng Middle School." Qiu Huoming stood up politely and answered without fear, his voice carrying the clarity unique to a teenager.

The smile on the face of the "Zhongshan suit" became even warmer, "You are tall enough, please sit down quickly."

Qiu Huoming sat down obediently as he was told.

"You must be the best student in your school to stand out, right?"

This is a question that stirs up hatred.

"We have many outstanding students in our school, but they didn't come together this time due to quota constraints." Qiu Huoming performed Tai Chi flawlessly.

"Oh, if this interview could be published in newspapers or on TV, who would you most like to talk to?"

"I want to say something to my family, teachers and classmates at school: There will always be a time to ride the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean... I would like to encourage everyone together."

The man in the Zhongshan suit finally showed a hint of interest. He half leaned over and asked, "Are you confident about today's exam?"

"Yes, I will try my best." Qiu Huoming raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a few white front teeth, and the youthful spirit was evident.

"Okay, then I hope you get good grades in the exam." With a smile on his face and eyes in the Chinese tunic suit, he straightened up, returned to the podium, and put the microphone back.

The cameraman took some more shots before turning off the camera. The group of people came in a hurry and left in a hurry as well.

Today is Saturday...