Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

At two o'clock in the afternoon,

Hao Qiang and Han Qingying were called to the office by their class teacher Wei Rong.

On the way to the office, Hao Qiang glanced at Han Qingying, who had a pretty face next to him. She had an upright yet graceful figure, and her height should be about 168 cm.

He sniffed subconsciously, especially when the breeze blew, he could smell the faint fragrance on her body, and couldn't help but ask:

"Han Qingying, what have you been busy with during the holidays?"

"I help grandma with some housework at home and read some miscellaneous books in my spare time." Han Qingying suddenly heard Hao Qiang asking her, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly with a shy smile.

"Oh, guess what Teacher Wei wants to talk to us about?"

"Maybe it's about filling out the application form." Han Qingying rarely communicates with boys, and their exchanges are limited to studying.

"Actually, you're very beautiful when you smile, there's no need to restrain yourself.

However, there are some dark things in society, and it is right for girls to know how to protect themselves."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Hao Qiang smiled. He felt that Han Qingying was not relaxed at all when chatting. No wonder boys didn't dare to talk to her. They always felt that she was a little cold and her family background was a little pitiful, so they didn't dare to tease her.

In fact, Hao Qiang suddenly realized that he was not very good at chatting, and the conversation just now was awkward.

The road was not long, and after a few words, we arrived at our destination.

After the two entered the office, Wei Rong enthusiastically found two chairs for them to sit on and personally poured them tea.

Hao Qiang took the disposable cup, took a sip of hot tea, and wondered what the teacher wanted to talk to him about.

Han Qingying sat upright with her hands crossed on her knees, looking a little reserved and not touching the teacup.

Wei Rong seemed to be accustomed to Han Qingying's personality. He smiled amiably and asked Hao Qiang, "Hao Qiang, have you decided which university and major to apply to?"

"Electronic Science and Technology at Sun Yat-sen University is a national key discipline, and I plan to apply for it." Hao Qiang replied. After careful consideration, he had made up his mind.

Generally speaking, only key universities have national key disciplines, and their number is extremely small, which also represents the core majors of the school.

Although some universities are not 211 key universities, they also have national key disciplines, and their professional admission scores are all above the key score lines, such as geological resources and geological engineering at Chengdu University of Technology.

Electronic science and technology mainly studies the basic knowledge and skills in the fields of microelectronics, integrated circuits, semiconductors, etc. Hao Qiang may not necessarily work in these industries in the future. It mainly depends on what technologies the technology stores have, which ones are the most profitable, and which ones are suitable for him.

There are many national key disciplines in Sun Yat-sen University. In previous years, students of this major could be admitted if they were ranked within the top 1,000 in Guangxi Province. But in reality, it was not possible. He also agreed to adjust the major.

"Oh, CUHK is great, and this major is also good. It will provide good employment prospects in the future. You have a sharp eye." Wei Rong nodded with satisfaction. He was most afraid that students would blindly apply to universities and majors that were not well-known. The principal had talked to him this morning and asked him to do a good job of ideological work with the students.

After Wei Rong finished questioning Hao Qiang, he turned to Han Qingying, "Han Qingying, what about you? Have you made up your mind?"

"Teacher Wei, I want to apply for the computer major at South China University of Technology." Han Qingying replied. She didn't expect that Hao Qiang would also apply to a university in Yuecheng.

Wei Rong's eyes lit up: "Hey, you two reported the same city, did you agree on that?

But I have to say, South China University of Technology is very good.”

Hao Qiang couldn't help but roll his eyes, thinking he and Han Qingying were in love, and explained, "Teacher Wei, I don't want to go to a university in the Midwest, and the north is too far. What other universities do you think are suitable for me?"

Wei Rong saw Han Qingying pursed her lips and lowered her head, revealing a sly smile. "Oh, haha. The schools you two applied to are pretty good. Based on the admission records of the two universities in previous years, it shouldn't be a problem. But you still have to choose your second choice university and obey the adjustment of your major, otherwise you will easily be rejected."

Wei Rong gave the two students some instructions and then took them to the principal's office, saying that the principal had something to tell them.

When Principal Zhang met Hao Qiang and Han Qingying, he first praised them for their good scores in the college entrance examination, then asked about their favorite universities and aspirations, and finally told them about the school awards.

Those who are admitted to a 985 university will be rewarded with 10,000 yuan by the school, and Hao Qiang, who is the top scorer in a single subject, will be awarded an additional 10,000 yuan. The reward will be paid after the admission letter arrives. At the same time, the school tactfully expressed the hope that the two will cooperate with the school in publicity.

"Principal, we don't need to wear big red flowers and cross the street with drums and gongs, right?" Hao Qiang was very surprised to hear that there was 20,000 yuan, but there were some things he had to ask clearly.

Faced with the young man's question, Principal Zhang, who is in his fifties, couldn't help but laugh heartily: "Haha, that's not necessary. I'll just take a few photos as souvenirs when the acceptance letter arrives."

“Oh, that’s no problem, I’m very grateful to my alma mater for cultivating me.

"It's thanks to your excellent management, Principal, and the hard work of Teacher Wei and all the teachers, that we've been able to achieve this." Hao Qiang finished, then politely extended his hands to the principal. Seeing Han Qingying's slight hesitation, he spoke for her, "Han Qingying means the same thing, right?"

Han Qingying said shyly: "Well, yes, thank you principal and teacher."

Principal Zhang was delighted to hear Hao Qiang's polite words, then shook hands with him with a big smile. He secretly praised this student for being different from others. He was natural and unrestrained, and he was both polite and decent.

In comparison, Han Qingying, who was standing aside, looked a little nervous.

After chatting for a while, feeling that it was almost time, Hao Qiang tactfully said, "Principal, if there is nothing else you need to tell me, then we can leave first."

Principal Zhang nodded and said, "Okay, when your acceptance letter arrives, come back to campus to pick it up. After you graduate, come back often when you have time. You're always welcome."

Hao Qiang responded with a smile: "Yes, I will come back when I have time to listen to the principal and teachers' talks." When leaving the principal's office, he touched Han Qingying who was still in a daze.

After Han Qingying came to her senses, she nodded to the principal and then left with Hao Qiang.

After watching the two students leave, Principal Zhang asked Wei Rong, "Teacher Wei, is Hao Qiang always like this?

He has a high emotional intelligence and a promising future. "

There are many students with good grades, but there are few students with high emotional intelligence, who understand the ways of the world and can read people's expressions. Such students can get along well in society.

"Yes, it definitely has a bright future."

Wei Rong had no choice but to agree. He was a little uncomfortable with Hao Qiang's changes. He was not as natural and free as him in front of the principal.

After Hao Qiang took a few steps, he saw Han Qingying behind him looking a little uncomfortable, so he smiled gently and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Hao Qiang, I think you are very good at speaking. Thank you for speaking for me just now." Han Qingying felt so embarrassed just now. She couldn't speak, and it was Hao Qiang who had to deal with it all the time.

Hao Qiang forced a smile: "Haha, it's nothing. I'm thick-skinned, so I can let it go. You don't have to worry about it."

Han Qingying smiled sweetly: "Yeah."

“We weren’t familiar with the principal, and after we finished explaining the matter, he might have gotten impatient if we continued chatting, so we served him tea twice.

Principal, all you really want is a promise. You hope that we can repay our alma mater in the future.

If we receive an award but don’t express our gratitude, people will be disappointed,” Hao Qiang explained.

Han Qingying understood a little bit after listening to Hao Qiang's words. At the same time, she admired Hao Qiang for not only being a good student but also understanding the ways of the world.

The two chatted for a few minutes on the way and soon returned to the classroom.

In the afternoon,

The teachers of No. 1 High School also received the news that Hao Qiang from No. 2 High School was the top scorer in Chinese, and he was also a science student. This caused a strong response among the Chinese teachers.

Chu Yangzhi had expected this when he found out. He told his colleagues in the office, "I happened to be invigilating this student. When I saw him writing a classical Chinese composition, I knew he was good at Chinese. I didn't expect him to get first place in the province. I guess he got full marks for his composition."

"Hey, Teacher Chu, are you really the invigilator for that student?" the Chinese teacher in the same group asked curiously.

Chu Yangzhi nodded. "I happened to see it, so I paid more attention to it. I think his classical Chinese essay is particularly good. I still remember some of the beginning, 'Do what you will, and let others judge.' Especially the last sentence, 'Take the affairs of the world lightly, and be free and unrestrained in the world.' It really speaks volumes about the world."

"Hearing you put it that way, it's really impressive. It's a shame to study science."

"Yes, his English score is also high, but his physics and chemistry are holding him back. If he studied liberal arts, he would have a good chance of getting into Peking University, not to mention D."

"This student is wasting his time in No. 2 High School. If he had come to No. 1 High School, he might have had a chance of getting into Peking University.

However, this year's best score was 685, ranking 107th in the province. Qingbei has no chance, and Fudan University, D, and Jiaotong are both in jeopardy. "Alas, each class is getting worse than the last."

The Chinese language teacher of No. 1 High School was extremely surprised. After hearing what Chu Yangzhi said, they felt that he had real strength, not just bad luck.

People who don’t know much about it might really think that Hao Qiang is just lucky.

……

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Hao Qiang and Wu Hai went out of the school to have dinner.

Hao Qiang went to a telephone booth and called his father first. His father was watching people play cards under a big banyan tree, and the owner of the village store called him to answer the phone.

When Hao Jianjun heard the incoming call, he guessed it was probably from his son, so he ran to answer it and asked anxiously:

"Hey, Aqiang."

"Dad, the results are out."

Hao Jianjun's heartbeat quickened, full of anticipation: "Oh, how is it?"

"Not bad, 657 points, the key score is 525. I'll fill out the application form tomorrow and maybe go home the day after tomorrow."

Hao Jianjun opened his mouth in shock, unable to believe his ears. "Oh, really? 657 points, that's over a hundred points! So impressive!"

"Really? The school has announced it."

"Good, very good, haha." Hao Jianjun was overjoyed. His loud laughter was heard by the surrounding villagers. Seeing them looking at him, he couldn't help but say happily, "My son called. His college entrance examination scores are out. He got 657 points, and the key score line is only 525!"

Then the father and son chatted for a while. After Hao Jianjun hung up the phone and paid the call fee, he bought a large bundle of firecrackers and prepared to go home to set them off and share the joy with his family.

A few minutes later, deafening firecrackers rang out in the village. The villagers chatting under the banyan tree soon learned that Hao Jianjun's son Hao Qiang had scored high in the college entrance examination and had actually passed the key score line.

However, some villagers were cynical: "What's the point of getting high scores? His family doesn't have the money for university. It would cost 40,000 to 50,000 yuan over a few years, which he couldn't even afford by selling his blood."

Some villagers were skeptical: "Who would believe it? Let's wait until the admission letter comes. Don't be too happy now."

Chen Ming's mother was feeding the pigs when she heard the sound of firecrackers. She went out to see that it was Hao Jianjun's family that was setting off firecrackers. She couldn't help but curse: "It's not New Year's Day, why are you setting off firecrackers!

My pigs were so scared that they couldn't eat or sleep well for three days and lost several pounds. You have to compensate me."

In the evening, Chen Zhen returned home and said that his son had called and said that he had scored 502 points in the college entrance examination, which was 480 points higher than the second-tier line and 23 points away from the key line of 525. He planned to apply to Guangxi University of Electronic Science and Technology.

"That's pretty good. I'm only 40 points away from the passing line."

"Well, my son is quite satisfied. I was also very happy at first. Jianjun said his son scored 657 points, which is far above the key score line. He bought firecrackers to set off this afternoon. Did you hear that?"

"I heard it. It made our pig squeal. I'm so mad." Chen Ming's mother complained, "How could Hao Qiang possibly get 657 points? I must have heard it wrong. 457 is about right."

"Yeah, I think so too." Chen Zhen nodded in agreement. "Wait until the acceptance letter comes out and see if he can still smile, haha."

After saying that, he happily took out a cigarette, lit it, puffed it leisurely, and then exhaled a puff of smoke triumphantly. He felt that the smoke in front of him was the person he disliked, and he could easily disperse and defeat it with just a wave of his hand.