Chapter 16 "Can You Understand This?"
The sky has not cleared up yet after the rain, but the weather is cool and very comfortable.
Su Xia walked back to the classroom with the wind blowing all the way. Half of the class was there.
It was Death Tuesday, and there were math and physics classes all morning. There were many desperate people like her, copying homework like crazy.
There was an empty seat next to her, and the tables and chairs were neatly arranged and spotless.
Xu Jiqing is not here.
There were boys in the next row chatting and glancing over here from time to time.
Amidst the whispers, the three words "Xu Jiqing" popped up from time to time, which seemed to be the same thing she was concerned about.
Su Xia listened secretly for a while.
It probably said that this person had signed some kind of agreement with the school, exempting him from math, science and cultural classes, and not having to do homework, and the few free half days would be used for intensive training.
None of the group had ever touched a math competition question, and it was even harder for them to imagine the intensity of the preparation. They were shocked when they heard the words "exemption from math and physics."
Those who worship worship it, those who envy it envy it, and some who howl in unison.
But Su Xia's attention had already been diverted.
Just because she looked down and found that there were two pieces of study paper stacked on her desk, pressed down by a pencil case.
Physics is on top and mathematics is on the bottom.
It's last night's homework.
It was completely different from the blank paper that was spread out in front of Xu Jiqing last Friday.
The steps for each major question this time are clearly listed, and even the multiple-choice questions have auxiliary lines drawn on them, making them clear at a glance.
Su Xia pursed her lips and glanced down quickly.
When I turned to the last page, my eyes suddenly stopped at the lower right corner.
Taking advantage of not having to hand it in, he wrote that sentence directly next to the problem-solving process, as if it was a response to her previous shameless words.
The handwriting of the black gel pen is elegant, dignified and powerful——
"Can you understand it this way?"
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At seven o'clock in the morning, the sound of early reading could be heard in the second floor of the high school, but it was quiet outside the administrative building.
The branches and leaves rustled slightly, and one or two birds chirped faintly.
On the second floor of the administrative building, in the digital competition office, head coach Zhang Jianyuan quickly flipped through the folder in his hand.
When he saw a line of small print, the middle-aged man glanced over the edge of his glasses and looked at the young man in front of him. "You participated in the math league in your freshman year of high school and did quite well. You won first prize and made it to the Ontario provincial team?"
Xu Jiqing said, "Yeah."
Coach Zhang nodded and looked up with interest. "How's the provincial ranking?"
Xu Jiqing: "Province one."
Anyone who has experienced competition will know the value of these two words.
He stood tall and straight, and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant voice, causing several teachers in the office to turn their heads and look at him.
Coach Zhang exclaimed in admiration, "With such great results, why didn't you go to Beijing for the winter camp?"
"With your form last year, as long as you perform consistently, getting into the national training team won't be a problem."
This is the path of a math competition student.
From school to city and then to province, after layers of selection, there is the national league. Each province publishes the list to determine the provincial team lineup, and the competition will be held in the winter camp of that year.
The top 60 people who finally enter the national training team will not only be admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University, but will also be able to participate in the competition for the six-person national team and shine on the top international stage.
Jiangxi Province is recognized as the largest province in terms of mathematics competition, and the competition is extremely fierce.
The top students in junior high school have basically been picked up by strong schools. No. 1 Middle School has no choice but to try to recruit foreign players from key high schools in the central and western regions this year.
This is how Xu Jiqing came to Jiangcheng.
The person was dug up by a colleague, and the information about him was vague, so Zhang Jianyuan didn't know much about him.
He just couldn't understand how someone could be so close to heaven...
Just withdrew from the competition.
Xu Jiqing seemed to be accustomed to being asked this question.
He frowned slightly, "Something happened at home, so I dropped out of school."
This is actually written in the information.
He was very frank, but he didn't take the initiative to say more.
Although his attempt to get words out of the person involved was in vain, Zhang Jianwen did not get too depressed. His gaze finally fell on his right hand, and he spoke in a kind tone.
"Teacher Hu has already told me about your father's situation after visiting the local area to understand the situation. The teachers will keep it confidential for you, so you don't have to worry about it. If you have any difficulties in your studies or life, you can tell me."
Xu Jiqing said "hmm".
Zhang Jianyuan asked again, "How is your hand recovering now? Is it convenient for you to write?"
“Rehabilitation is rare.”
Xu Jiqing replied, "I'm still practicing my left hand. It doesn't look as good as my right hand, but it won't affect the provincial competition in November."
Zhang Jianyuan frowned slightly, "You still write with your right hand?"
"rare."
The man's frown deepened. The office was crowded with people, so he could only take the man out first. "Did you just go to Teacher Ding to register? The competition class is a little different here. I'll show you around."
The administrative building of No. 1 Middle School is a historical building with red walls, arched windows, and a pointed Western-style clock tower that is simple and elegant.
Originally it was just the office for the school leaders, but in the past two years the competition class has also moved in.
Especially the Mathematical Competition S class, which has the principal's office diagonally opposite, and is given great attention.
There would be plenty of opportunities to take a closer look later, so Zhang Jianyuan didn't let him stay on the top floor for too long. He just gave him a brief introduction and then led him downstairs.
At the bottom of the steps is the honor roll of previous years.
The team of No. 1 Middle School was formed too late, and the fact that some of its members were able to squeeze into the provincial team's roster is already the most commendable achievement in the past two years.
When Xu Jiqing looked up, Zhang Jianyuan felt a little embarrassed, but when he saw that there was no change in the boy's face and he was still calm, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Just now you said that you rarely go to the hospital for rehabilitation."
He brought up the subject again, "But I remember Teacher Hu telling me before that your signing fee was quite high."
In fact, it’s not just a signing bonus.
In order to ensure that Xu Jiqing could be recruited, No. 1 Middle School overpowered the well-established and strong Jiangda Affiliated Middle School and offered unprecedented favorable conditions to this talented young man who withdrew from the national competition.
The signing fee is 20,000 yuan.
Thirty thousand people will be shortlisted for the provincial team roster, and finally one hundred thousand people will be able to enter the national training team.
During the preparation period, students who enter the top 20 in the city friendly matches with strong schools will receive bonuses separately.
Not to mention Xu Jiqing’s sister who is in the first grade of elementary school.
It is not easy for a little girl with hearing impairment to enter any ordinary primary school, but Teacher Hu sent her to the best affiliated primary school.
With such sincerity, where else should he spend money?
"There are some debts to be repaid back home."
Zhang Jianwen stopped walking and stood still with Xu Jiqing, his handsome profile immersed in the shadow of the bulletin board.
He could hear the doubt in the man's words, but he had heard such words so often that those obscure emotions had faded to almost nothing.
"My sister needs the money more than I do."
Xu Jiqing paused, his voice low and calm, "I have carefully read every word of the contract the school gave me. I will not sign anything I cannot fulfill."
He didn't seem to consider himself a human being at all.
Zhang Jianyuan had never seen such a child before. He was speechless for a moment. Thinking of his nephew who was about the same age, he didn't want to talk about the competition anymore. "...You don't want your hand anymore?"
Not to mention that the provincial teams of Jiangxi Province and Anhui Province are not at the same level of difficulty.
Even if he really answered the questions with his left hand as he said, he was lucky enough to make the big list.
So what then? Will I live my whole life with such a crippled right hand?
How will he live and start a family in the future? How can any girl not be disgusted by such defects that even he finds uncomfortable?
It's not right to criticize someone the first time you meet them. Zhang Jianyuan glanced at Xu Jiqing's hands several times, unable to bear saying anything more. "Your life is more than just these two years. Just know your own limits."
Xu Jiqing didn't say anything else.
Only when Zhang Jianyuan's gaze turned to him again, he raised his eyes and said, "I heard that Teacher Zhang has a nephew in the junior high school who is preparing for next year's Hua Luogeng Cup."
"I can be his sparring partner on weekends if you need me."
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