How did you get here?
Huang Tao strode over, his face full of questions.
"Principal, you're here. Did you see the message I sent you?"
Zhao Hanhai's expression relaxed slightly when he saw Huang Tao, and he quickly asked.
Huang Tao shook his head: "I went to the City Lord's Mansion for a meeting as soon as I got back to Jingcheng. Do you know what's going on here?"
"Well, this is a long story, and there are still some things I don't understand..." Zhao Hanhai said with a wry smile.
"What do you mean... This is related to you?" Huang Tao sensed something was wrong and asked in surprise.
"It can't be said to be completely related, but there is definitely some connection."
Zhao Hanhai composed himself and explained, "Here's what happened: This afternoon I suddenly received a call from Professor Yang of Huawu. As you know, we're alumni, and we've met before..."
Yang Xueshi, one of the main people in charge of Huawu's admissions team, suddenly appeared in Jingcheng and invited Zhao Hanhai to dinner. Zhao Hanhai was flattered and naturally accepted the invitation immediately.
After meeting at the Xuanwu Hotel, the two sides had a pleasant conversation until Yang Xueshi began to subtly complain about Zhao Hanhai, asking why he was hiding such a promising talent.
Before Zhao Hanhai could figure out what Yang Xueshi meant, Huang Lizhi led the Beiwu recruitment team in and happened to run into Zhao Hanhai and the others who were eating.
"Wait a minute!"
Unable to suppress his questions any longer, Huang Tao interrupted Zhao Hanhai and asked uncertainly, "Are you saying that Huawu's admissions team is targeting our No. 7 Middle School?"
"Maybe, probably... that's it..."
"What about the people from Beiwu?" Huang Tao frowned.
“There was a professor in the admissions team at Beiwu who had seen me before. She was the one who led the team to recruit Ding Yi back then. Perhaps she recognized me, because the Beiwu admissions team tried to force their way into the dinner. The people from Huawu naturally refused, and considering that the two schools had been competing for so many years, then…”
"Wait a little longer!"
Huang Tao rubbed his temples. "You mean, Beiwu is also after us?"
Seeing that Zhao Hanhai remained silent, Huang Tao found it absurd. "What about the people from other universities?"
"All I know is that the people from Zhongke Wu were also there for a meal, and then somehow they got involved in the dispute. After that, admissions teams from other universities showed up one after another, but I'm not quite sure how it escalated to this point."
However, I have a feeling that these university admissions officers all seem to know each other, and there's quite a bit of animosity between them..."
"Nonsense, do you not know any of the grade directors in the other eight high schools in Jingcheng?" Huang Tao rolled his eyes.
Zhao Hanhai thought about it and agreed; rivals are enemies, especially those who are in competition with each other.
"But what about the trigger?"
Zhao Hanhai was stunned after he finished speaking, and Huang Tao was also stunned.
Because of this conversation between the two, they suddenly realized that the trigger was none other than Zhao Hanhai himself.
No other explanation makes sense.
After asking about some more details, Huang Tao fell into deep thought.
"Huawu's admissions team only arrived this morning, without notifying anyone, and contacted you this afternoon..."
"The admissions teams from other universities also appeared without any warning. The Education Bureau did not receive any notification at all. It felt as if they were seizing some kind of advantage."
"Wait, why does this scene look so familiar?"
Huang Tao was startled, recalling an incident that had occurred four years ago.
At the time, Wang Shuo, who had just turned thirteen, broke through to the initial stage of martial arts. This event not only caused a sensation in Jingcheng, but also made it into the national news with the help of the city lord's mansion.
That year, all four universities sent recruitment teams, just like they are now, to Jingcheng quietly.
If it weren't for Xu He, Wang Shuo's homeroom teacher at the time, who is now the principal of Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School, discovering and reporting it in time, Wang Shuo might have been poached by one of the top four schools.
The four top universities also have affiliated high schools. With a little bit of transition, Wang Shuo might become the youngest student at Wuhan University in history.
The reason the four school assemblies did this was because No. 1 High School produced a brilliant and talented scholar named Wang Shuo, and No. 7 High School...
And who else?
"Could it be... really because of him?" Zhao Hanhai murmured, seemingly caught in some kind of dilemma.
"Him?" Huang Tao keenly noticed Zhao Hanhai's unusual behavior. "What are you talking about? Which 'him'?"
"The reason I said there were some things I didn't understand at the beginning was because I thought of a certain possibility, but I wasn't sure. Even if he defeated Wang Shuo, Wang Shuo was seriously injured at the time, and the matter wasn't publicized!"
Zhao Hanhai couldn't understand it.
"What are you talking about?" Huang Tao heard some key words and his heart skipped a beat. He grabbed Zhao Hanhai's arm. "Who defeated Wang Shuo?"
"I knew you were coming back today, and I've been calling you to talk about this."
Zhao Hanhai took a deep breath. "Principal, our No. 7 Middle School has produced a true genius this time, a genius who is even more extraordinary than Ding Yi in some ways!"
Huang Tao nodded slightly, calming down as he waited for Zhao Hanhai to continue.
Immediately, Zhao Hanhai recounted everything that happened on the day of the intensive training course for top students to Huang Tao, starting from the beginning.
...
While the two were having a long talk in a corner, on the other side, after Chai Haotian personally intervened, the chaos in the restaurant finally gradually subsided.
After all, they were all people of status. Soon, the admissions teams from various universities dressed themselves up properly and sat down in the hastily decorated restaurant.
Although the arguments and fights were real, it must be said that these professors were "very measured" in their actions. No one used their full strength, so there wasn't a single serious injury; everyone only suffered minor cuts and bruises.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
