Chapter 103 The Cat's Success in Adopting a Human!
Although after calming down and thinking about it, I know it's impossible.
But Jiang Yingxu still felt a little uneasy.
How can I keep a free cat?
Jiang Yingxu did not know.
The only thing I can do is make her feel sorry for me, get her used to it, and make her willing.
Boil the woolen cat in lukewarm water.
Start by making sure he can't live without her.
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The finals of the competition were held one after another.
In the math competition, Zou Yuanyuan and Yan Zhaozhou won gold medals and qualified for the national team, ranking second and third respectively. The other participants also won gold, silver and bronze medals.
In the competition, a boy who was still in his second year of high school ranked 43rd and qualified for the national team.
They also achieved good results in the other two competitions.
Ningcheng No.1 Middle School has achieved such outstanding results, and the number of banners at the entrance has increased rather than decreased, waving enthusiastically in the cold wind.
It even attracted interview requests from news programs within the province.
The school leaders naturally wouldn't refuse, but when the notice was sent out to the grade level, Reid came knocking on their door.
He wanted to decline the interview on behalf of Jiang Yingxu.
The principal was somewhat annoyed. "Teacher Lei, what do you mean by this?"
Reid braced his hands on the corner of the desk. When he frowned, his square face and muscular physique gave him a rather fierce look.
“I’ve inquired about the interview process, and one part of it involves digging into the students’ family backgrounds. What’s so interesting about that? Does having similar families guarantee that any student will be a natural genius?”
"Instead of all that fancy stuff, let's just show them the surveillance footage from Mingde Building!"
"How did you win the award? Talent! And the hard work of practicing problems from dawn till dusk every day!"
The principal understood immediately.
The leadership of No. 1 Middle School was aware of Jiang Yingxu's situation.
Reid is standing up for his precious student.
The principal softened his voice, trying to persuade her, "Teacher Lei, I understand your thoughts, but this interview might not be a bad thing for Jiang. Maybe a kind person will help him..."
Reid: "Oh, Principal, why do you have to wear a wig for the interview? Just go up there with three hairs on your head. It might not be a bad thing for you. Maybe someone who has cured your hair loss will contact you."
Principal: "Red!"
Reid: "Principal, why are you getting so worked up?"
Red shrugged nonchalantly.
“My wife’s surname is Yan, and she’s related to the Yan Group, which invested in our school. And that Yan Zhaozhou from the second year of high school, right? He’s quite close to Jiang Yingxu and even invited him to his birthday party.”
"Oh dear, Principal, look, it's almost Chinese New Year. If my wife says a few words to our relatives, and Yan Zhaozhou says a few words to his relatives, that would be really bad!"
headmaster:"……"
The principal pressed his throbbing forehead and pointed to the door. "Get out."
Reid left, but he didn't forget to give a reminder before he left.
"Jiang Yingxu is the best in the country. After the winter camp next year, he can compete for a spot in the international competition."
Clang.
The principal's office door slammed shut.
Half a day later, the notice was reissued, but the question about family circumstances was removed from the news program's procedures, and the focus was placed more on the students' own efforts.
Only then did Reid call Jiang Yingxu to his office.
He spoke of the matter in a casual manner, without mentioning his own efforts, and simply patted Jiang Yingxu on the back with a hearty laugh.
"It's a good thing you got your hair cut in Fuzhou, so you'll look good on camera."
He didn't say anything, but Jiang Yingxu already knew.
Lai Cheng was a busybody who planted informants everywhere.
The administration building was in an uproar, a small meeting was held, and there was renewed communication with the provincial news station; it was quite a commotion.
Lai Cheng found out and immediately told Jiang Yingxu.
Jiang Yingxu: "Teacher Lei, thank you."
Reid snorted.
"Why thank me? Thank yourself. If you hadn't been so capable, I wouldn't have had the leverage to negotiate with others."
"Alright, stop with the thank-you stuff. Just do your best next year and show the foreigners what's what in international competitions, understand?"
Jiang Yingxu pursed his lips and nodded.
Before leaving.
Reid then remembered something, pointed at him, and deliberately said in a fierce tone, "Also, you're not allowed to date at school."
"The academic affairs office has even complained to me."
"Once you graduate, you can talk however you want. You can even stand on the table at your graduation banquet to talk."
"..."
Jiang Yingxu paused, then smiled, a rare occurrence for him.
His eyebrows relaxed, his eyes brightened, no longer silent and indifferent, but showing a look of full anticipation for the future.
He said, "Okay."
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The interview was broadcast on Jiangxi Provincial Television at the end of November.
On the weekend, Jiang Yingxu sat by the window, organizing his lesson plans for tutoring first-year high school students next week.
A fluffy kitten jumped onto the sofa, remembering the time Niu Chongtian had notified it, and used its paw pads to pry open the remote control and turn on the television that had been unused for a long time.
After two commercial breaks, the main feature finally arrived.
The camera zooms in from the gate of Ningcheng No.1 Middle School, then pans to the reporter, and then to the students being interviewed.
Shi Miao waited patiently for a while, and then the camera turned to show a boy in a dark blue windbreaker school uniform looking up from the exam paper, revealing a face as white as cold jade.
Under the high-definition lens, his features were flawless, his demeanor serene and composed. He rose to follow the reporter, his shoulders upright, and sat down to answer questions, his voice deep and magnetic.
This was the first time Shi Miao had seen Jiang Yingxu from this perspective, and it was quite novel for her.
She suddenly recalled the day they first met.
A thin boy covered in scars.
Then look at Jiang Yingxu on TV, with his upright posture and refined demeanor.
God's Milk!
The cat's adoption of me has been a huge success!
The kitten happily wagged its tail and even asked the system to record a short clip so it could watch it later.
By the window, Jiang Yingxu twirled his ballpoint pen, glanced at the television, and couldn't bear to listen anymore.
Is it that good-looking?
The real person is here, why are you watching TV?
He simply got up, walked behind the sofa, and, aiming for the moment the interview ended, reached out and picked up the heavy kitten.
The kitten lay on its back with its paws in the air, looking at him blankly, "?"
Jiang Yingxu: "It's sunny today, come over and bask in the sun."
The autumn and winter sun is precious; the cold wind is kept out of the tightly closed windows, and only the warm sunlight can shine in.
Cats in autumn and winter are like sunflowers, lying down or curled up, moving with the light.
On a large open space on the university campus, only under the sunlight filtering through the gaps between buildings can you see clusters of tiny cat balls with their eyes squinting and paws tucked in.
Shi Miao was once one of them.
Now, she stretched out her claws, turning herself into a tricolor baguette, and lay lazily on Jiang Yingxu's lap.
Sunbathing and sleeping in.
The cat lives a comfortable life.
Even her pink, blooming paws were pinched by Jiang Yingxu, who brought them to his lips and kissed them, taking advantage of her.
The lazy cat only flicked the tip of its tail to express its dissatisfaction before drooping back down.
Cats definitely prefer days when they don't have to study or think.
at the same time.
The old residence of the Yan family in the capital.
The old man, Yan Zongjing, sat in the center of the sofa, with an emerald green jade cane beside him, exuding an air of quiet authority.
Yan Xingtai and Liang Shao sat to one side and heard their brother Yan Xingrong's loud laughter coming from the doorway.
"Xingtai, I saw your car. You're here so early today?"
Yan Xingrong, in high spirits, took his wife Ji Cailing's hand and led her around the exquisite double-sided embroidered screen.
The wealthy young master, who had never worried about making a living since birth, still lived a carefree and dissolute life even as he approached middle age.
“A new mixed-breed horse has arrived at the horse farm. It’s quite arrogant. I’ve been trying to persuade it all morning… Dad.”
Upon seeing Yan Zongjing, Yan Xingrong immediately slowed his pace and lowered his voice, calling out obediently.
Ji Cailing's radiant smile faded slightly, and she leaned closer to her husband.
Yan Zongjing slowly stroked his cane, without even lifting his eyelids.
"Going to play with horses again? Humph, at this age, it's one thing that you're not as dedicated to the company as your younger brother and sister-in-law, but you spend all your time playing with cockfighting and dogs, and you haven't missed out on any of the things you want to do. You can't even compare to your son Shuli."
Yan Xingrong and Ji Cailing remained silent, listening to the scolding with their heads down.
Fortunately, the old man was already familiar with the couple's innocent and honest nature, so he didn't bother to say anything more and just slightly raised his chin.
The butler behind them stepped forward and gently led the two to their seats.
On the large-screen TV, the camera pans to the gate of Ningcheng No.1 Middle School.
Yan Xingrong was used to being scolded and didn't take it to heart at all. He looked at his younger brother and asked happily, "Is it the interview that Xiaozhou mentioned?"
Yan Xingtai: "Yes."
Yan Xingrong explained to his wife with a smile, "Xiao Zhou won third place in the math competition in Jiang Province this time... Cai Ling?"
Ji Cailing stared intently at the boy being interviewed on the TV screen.
Sunlight streamed in from the window, softening his otherwise sharp features.
She was a beat slow to react, shifting her gaze to the names below.
Jiang Yingxu.
Ji Cailing: "This child... looks so kind."
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