All the leaders looked at Wang Peng with smiles on their faces.

"Xiaopeng, congratulations on your great achievement," Xu Wei said with a smile.

"Thank you, Principal." Wang Peng quickly stood up. "It's all thanks to the excellent learning environment you created that I was able to get the provincial first prize."

The air suddenly fell silent, and everyone couldn't help but chuckle.

These words don't sound like those of a sixteen-year-old kid; they sound more like those of a sixty-year-old seasoned pro, a smooth-talking flatterer.

"You!" Xu Wei said, both amused and exasperated, pulling him down to sit.

"Xiao Peng, I've decided to give you a cash reward of 500 yuan for your studies. Are you satisfied?" she asked with a smile.

Wang Peng stood up again. "Thank you, Principal. This 500 yuan is very important to me."

Five yuan is a lot; a homeroom teacher's salary is only three hundred yuan, and an ordinary teacher's is less than three hundred.

Xu Wei was very satisfied and said, "What do you think about the study group preparing to invite a TV station to do an exclusive interview with you?"

“No problem, I’ll follow the school’s arrangements,” Wang Peng said.

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned and turned to look at Chen Qingshu.

Didn't you say that Wang Peng doesn't like to be in the public eye?

What's going on here?

Xu Wei was in a better mood and immediately adjourned the meeting, taking Wang Peng to the principal's office.

"Xiaopeng, I heard from your homeroom teacher that you can find the video recorder and the television?"

The main event was about to begin, and Wang Peng hurriedly nodded, "We can definitely find it. Please give your instructions, Principal."

Xu Wei nodded. "The school is planning to show patriotic movies in each class. Can you recommend a few?"

Wang Peng thought for a moment and then smiled, “Principal, I think war films are the most suitable, such as the Battle of Taierzhuang.”