Competition for bonuses is fierce
Shi Mingzhu came back from Wancheng a week early. Because Huo Chengfeng called her, she learned that Yangyang had signed up for the junior class competition.
And we still have to go to the capital to compete. When she got the news, Huo Chengfeng and Yang Yang were already in the capital waiting for the competition. In order not to miss it, Shi Mingzhu hurried to the capital.
"Mom, I win!" Yangyang clenched his fists, looking very confident. He would win the game and take the prize money and give it to his mother. He participated in the competition just to get the prize money for his mother. As for being selected into the junior class of Huazhong University of Science and Technology Research Institute based on his own ability, he had never thought about it.
Yangyang scratched his head. These past two days, Professor Shen had been telling him how great the junior class in the capital was, but he didn't understand and he didn't want to go in. He looked at his mother's sweet smile and he just wanted to stay with her.
Shi Mingzhu also looked at him and smiled. She did not discourage Yangyang's enthusiasm and self-confidence. "Okay! Mom will wait for you to get the bonus."
"The game has already started?" She looked at Huo Chengfeng.
The latter shook his head, "It hasn't started yet. You came at the right time. The competition will start tomorrow."
The registration period was only one week, and when Shen Jianjun notified Huo Chengfeng, the registration had just begun. In order to sign up, Huo Chengfeng took Yangyang and Shen Jianjun to the capital. After registering, they stayed in the capital, waiting for Shi Mingzhu to arrive and for the competition to begin.
Shi Mingzhu looked at Yangyang, who smiled sweetly and nodded.
"Are you going to stay in Wancheng for a long time after you come back this time?" Huo Chengfeng asked.
Shi Mingzhu shook her head. "No need. Just visit the store once every six months, and leave the rest to the deputy store manager." She and Shao Ruiqiong have already selected a deputy store manager. The business in Wancheng and the basic daily affairs of the store will be decided by the deputy store manager. Major decisions will be reported to the company first.
"I am on vacation now, and will rest for about two months. By the way, I can also look for some partners in the capital." Shi Mingzhu said.
Yangyang cheered when he heard it. In other words, mom can always be with him.
Huo Chengfeng curled his lips when he heard this. With some rest time, the three of them would have a lot of time to spend together. "Wait until Yangyang finishes the competition, and then we'll go check out the market."
The family of three is so warm and cozy. The next day, Shi Mingzhu and Huo Chengfeng accompanied Yang Yang to the competition venue.
The organizer of this competition is Huazhong University of Science and Technology Research Institute, which aims to recruit talents from all over the country and select the best through competition.
"The competition begins. All contestants, please recite three Tang poems in 10 minutes. They must be five-character poems. In the end, the teachers will score you based on your performance. If you take more than 5 minutes to complete the dictation, you will be deducted one point. The full score is 10, and you will be ranked according to your scores."
Shi Mingzhu looked at Yangyang on the stage. He was very small and sat on the chair prepared for him by the organizer of the competition. When he sat up straight, the chair was only slightly taller than the table in front of him.
Yangyang scratched his head, jumped off the chair, and called to the side, "Beautiful, teacher."
Shi Mingzhu had been paying attention to Yangyang, and immediately looked over following Yangyang's voice.
The teacher in charge of setting the test for them was a female teacher in her early 40s. Yang Yang was really very sweet.
The female teacher heard the voice, smiled and walked to Yang Yang, looked at his name, and then asked, "Little Shi, what's wrong?"
"Hold me, here." Yangyang pointed to the chair. The chair was still too high for him.
The female teacher quickly understood what Yangyang meant and carried him to a chair to stand.
"Thank you!" Yangyang solved a problem and happily smiled and thanked the female teacher who helped him solve the problem.
The female teacher looked at the blank paper on his desk and asked him to write it down quickly.
Yangyang nodded in response and soon turned his attention to reciting Tang poems.
The little person stood on the chair, holding a pen and bending over to write silently. Shi Mingzhu looked around and saw that there were many children like Yangyang, who were too small to stand on the chair. Their parents were also looking at them nervously and expectantly.
Shi Mingzhu was actually a little worried that Yangyang would not be able to recite from memory. Yangyang had just started kindergarten and had not received any systematic study. She took the teaching materials prepared by Shen Jianjun for Yangyang, but she had not taught Yangyang much, so the tense atmosphere of the parents around her also affected her.
Huo Chengfeng patted her shoulder. Seeing that she was really nervous, he said something to her, left, and came back only 3 minutes later.
"Where have you been?" Shi Mingzhu looked at her watch and asked curiously.
"I bought you some food. Eat it when you're nervous." Huo Chengfeng handed over the snacks he bought.
There are preserved fruits, biscuits, and candies.
Shi Mingzhu glanced at him, took the candied fruit and started eating it. It tasted good, but some of the dried fruits had pits. Shi Mingzhu was hesitating about where to spit it out, so she decided to hold it in her mouth first.
"Spit it here," Huo Chengfeng was already prepared. He took a paper bucket made of newspaper and put it to her mouth, motioning her to spit out the fruit core.
Shi Mingzhu: "Did you buy this too?"
Huo Chengfeng: "When I bought these preserved fruit biscuits, I asked the boss for a newspaper."
"You can even think of this..."
Huo Chengfeng smiled and said, "It should be."
Shi Mingzhu didn't say anything else. She looked at the children on the field nervously. When she was about to spit out the core, she would just nod her lips, and Huo Chengfeng would hand her the paper bucket. With something to eat in her mouth, she felt less nervous.
The sweet and salty taste of the preserved fruit eased the tension in Shi Mingzhu's heart.
Some children finished the dictation one after another. They were all older children around 5 years old, but her son Yangyang had not finished yet.
"Maybe it's because he is small and can't hold the pen steadily. It's normal for him to write slowly." Huo Chengfeng became nervous when he saw Yangyang still concentrating on writing. The main reason for being nervous is that there is no other reference point, so I am nervous.
There are 30 children participating in the preliminary round. Apart from Yangyang, the only one left is the little girl next to Yangyang who has not finished dictation. Huo Chengfeng glanced at the little girl, who is about the same height as Yangyang and should be about the same age.
Shi Mingzhu raised her wrist and said with some relief, "There are still three minutes left. No rush."
She looked at Yangyang on the field, her expression calm and composed, not at all as if she was afraid of failing the task.
The little girl next to her was a little anxious, her face turned red, but when she saw that there was someone else with her, her expression that was about to cry calmed down.
The others who had completed the dictation task were also looking at the two and whispering.
"Give up. I can't write it down anyway."
"That's right, give up, give up as soon as possible and wait for our child to continue the next assessment."
"..." Shi Mingzhu looked at those gossipers, and said angrily, "Give up before the time is up. How awesome do you think your child can be?"
Everyone was silent for a moment: "......?"
"There are still 30 seconds left, kids, hurry up."
The female teacher who had just held Yangyang spoke up gently as a reminder. She looked at Yangyang and still hoped that he could pass the test. He was neither arrogant nor impatient and he was not discouraged. This child had a very good character.
As soon as the words fell, Yang Yang's voice sounded, "Okay."
When he finished, the little girl finished too.
She put down her pen and turned to look at Yangyang. They smiled at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.
After finishing the dictation, it was time for the teacher to check, comment and give grades. Only then did Shi Mingzhu realize that it was not that the other children dictated too fast, but that some of them simply could not do it!
Out of the 30 children, 18 were eliminated at once. These 18 children either could not recite any poem or could not recite it completely.
There were 12 children left who passed the test, including the little girl and Yangyang. With 12 people, the competition was quite intense.
"Although you wrote it down and read it aloud, I can't understand your handwriting, so I can only give you 5 points for reading aloud."
"Your dictation is pretty good. You know every word. I'll give you 10 points."
"your……"
The female teacher finally walked behind Yangyang and her eyes lit up when she saw Yangyang's handwriting. It was neat, correct and powerful. She could tell that the child put a lot of effort into writing those words. She felt that the words were very pleasing to the eyes.
"Do you know all these words?" Bai Yuan looked at Yang Yang.
Yangyang nodded, "I know!" Without Bai Yuan telling him, he began to read aloud, "Birds Singing in the Stream, Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei, Idle People, Osmanthus Flowers, Falling, Quiet Night, Empty Spring Mountains. Moon Rises, Startling Mountain Birds, Singing from Time to Time, in the Spring Stream①... This is the first poem."
"The second one..."
With pauses, the tender voices of children rang out in the spacious examination room. Many parents here had read some books and knew this poem, so they were not surprised when they recited it. But for a kid who couldn't speak fluently, this was quite a feat.
They listened in silence as Yangyang recited three ancient poems. Looking at Yangyang's little face, they couldn't help but wonder how old he was.
Bai Yuan asked the questions on their behalf. She looked at Yang Yang with a smile and was very pleased with his recitation. "Little friend Shi, how old are you this year?"
"18 months."
Bai Yuan smiled and nodded, "Keep working hard in the next game!"
Yangyang nodded, "Bonus!" He wanted to take it!
Bai Yuan raised her eyebrows and asked him in a low voice, "If you win the prize, you may be selected into the gifted youth class of Huazhong University of Science and Technology. Do you want to join the class then?" Regardless of whether he won the prize in the preliminary round or not, he was only one and a half years old, and it was rare for him to be so precocious. Her senior brothers and sisters probably wanted to wait until the child grew up a little before starting to train him.
Yangyang looked at his mother, then at the teacher and shook his head, "Accompany, Mom." Make money! He wants to accompany his mother to make money, and he also wants to make money for his mother so that he will not leave her! Yangyang shook his head like a rattle. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't express his meaning completely, so he could only shake his head vigorously.
Bai Yuan touched his head and said, "Your handwriting is very beautiful and you are very smart. I will give you 10 points."
"Thank you!" After Yang Yang thanked him, he knew that his mission was accomplished, and he ran towards Shi Mingzhu excitedly.
Shi Mingzhu was as proud as she could be.
She smiled and gave Yangyang a thumbs up. Yangyang gave her a big smile in return, then frowned and shook his hand, "Mom, hand!"
"Does it hurt?" Shi Mingzhu grabbed his hand and rubbed it. It's normal to feel sore, as such a small person has been holding a pen for so long.
"Ah - eat!" His mother rubbed his hands. Yangyang closed his eyes comfortably and opened his mouth wide to ask for food. He had just seen his mother eating, so he wanted to eat too.
"Take a 10-minute break, and then we'll start the next game, Memory Platter."
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