“Teacher, what you said makes some sense, but you may not be familiar with my family’s situation. My family’s food factory now has a turnover of several million yuan a year. My wife and I are both migrant workers. We don’t have the ability or courage to manage it.”

"Several million!" The admissions officers were all taken aback, staring at Mr. He in disbelief.

Seeing their shocked expressions, Mr. He's vanity was greatly satisfied.

He said without changing his expression, "Studying is for a better life. Actually, I didn't agree to her going back to school to study for the third year of junior high, but she insisted, so we let her have her way. This child has her own ideas, so you don't have to worry about her falling behind in her studies. Her mother and I will also help her out."

“Our school allows her to bring her phone to school, and she can ask for leave if she really needs to,” Teacher Li said.

Teacher Li agreed so readily not because he thought He Wenlin could multitask and still get into a good university, but because he felt that once she was in school, he could persuade her to focus more on her studies.

“Okay, then let’s go to No. 1 Middle School,” Mr. He said. “By the way, let’s waive the tuition fee, shall we…”

Although his family is well-off now, three years of tuition is still a considerable sum of money, so it would be good to save it if possible.

"Free of charge! Free of charge! Free of charge!" Teacher Li was very excited and said "free of charge" several times in a row.

The teachers at No. 2 Middle School were now also anxious: "Our No. 2 Middle School..."

Mr. He raised his hand to interrupt them: "Excuse me, teachers, we've chosen No. 1 Middle School."

Teacher Li quickly wrote "He Wenlin" on the notice on the spot and handed it to He's father to prevent any further accidents.

"Mr. He, just bring your admission notice when you arrive. If you can't come to military training, that's okay. Just ask your homeroom teacher for leave. I'll take care of the tuition waiver when I get back."

"Thank you so much, Teacher Li. You've gone to so much trouble. And thank you to all the teachers for coming so early in the morning on such a hot day. You've worked so hard." Mr. He shook hands with them, mimicking the manner of a business owner.

"Then we'll head back now. Just have He come to register on September 1st."

"Definitely, definitely."

Even after leaving the He family's fast food restaurant, the admissions officer from No. 2 Middle School still felt uneasy.

"Such a good student, at this age he's not thinking about getting into Tsinghua or Peking University, but about starting a business, sigh..." The teacher from No. 2 Middle School looked at Teacher Li and said, "You can agree to him taking leave every other day? Aren't you afraid of setting a bad example? You really are..."

Teacher Li laughed and said, "When did I ever agree to her taking leave every few days?"

Upon hearing this, the other teachers stared at him in disbelief.

“Once she’s in school, she has to follow the school rules. How can she do whatever she wants? If she really needs to take more leave, she should have to use her grades to get the leave slips.”

In short, if grades are poor, there will definitely be fewer excuses; if grades are stable, everything is fine.

"As for your suggestion that they might set a bad example, that's not the case. It depends on how you guide them. If you guide them well, they might even motivate other students to work harder. Besides, they said they're aiming for the final year of high school, which means they have a plan in mind."

Now everyone else realized what had happened. The teachers from No. 2 Middle School were filled with regret, pounding their chests and pointing at Teacher Li: "You're the sly one!"