After celebrating An Minghe for a day in his hometown, An Jingzhi returned to the provincial capital the next day with the blessings of An Lao Da's family.
An Jingzhi continued to think about his business, and An Minghe was also warmly received when he returned to school.
Both teachers and students ran over to take a look at the national champion.
For fear of affecting An Minghe's studies, the principal issued a special order, forbidding anyone to go there again, and the disturbance of An Minghe gradually subsided.
An Jingzhi, who sells skewers at the door, has also seen better business. Parents who pick up and drop off their children will stand and chat with An Jingzhi, exchanging parenting experiences.
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"What? You want to go to junior high school?" After An Jingzhi took his son to finish dinner, An Minghe cleaned up the dishes, came in and told An Jingzhi that he wanted to go to junior high school.
An Jingzhi has always been responsible for cooking at home, and An Minghe has always been responsible for washing dishes. An Jingzhi didn't want to train him to be a lazy and useless genius who didn't know the difference between grains, so he often arranged some things for him to do within his ability.
An Minghe nodded firmly, "Yes, Dad, I've been in elementary school for a few months now, and I've had enough of elementary school life. I want to go to junior high school."
"Are you worried that there isn't enough money at home? You won 10,000 yuan as a prize in this competition, so you don't have to worry about not having money to go to school. Besides, Dad's business is doing well, so we can all buy a house soon." An Jingzhi asked patiently.
Shaking his head, he said, "That's not the case, Dad. I just feel like I won't grow at all in elementary school. I want to learn some new knowledge."
The other party's logic is clear and his words are eloquent, and you can tell at a glance that he has thought about this problem.
"Okay, since you have made up your mind, Dad supports you." An Jingzhi said with a smile.
It would be better to leave this matter to professionals. The next day, An Jingzhi closed his stall and went to find Lou Yihua to talk about this matter.
Lou Yihua said, "No problem, leave it to me. There's a middle school next to the elementary school. We can just enroll him there. It's also a good middle school in our province. I'll just say hello to their principal. The principal would be delighted to have a talent like Minghe enrolled in their school."
"Then do I need to prepare anything?" An Jingzhi asked.
"You don't need to prepare anything. I'll make the arrangements and you can bring Minghe to school."
It is an honor for any school to have such a child attend.
When the classmates learned that An Minghe was leaving, they were very reluctant to let him go and held An Minghe's hand.
"Why do you have to go to junior high school? Isn't elementary school good enough?"
"Minghe, I will miss you. Is your father still selling skewers here?"
Wherever he went to school, his father would go there to sell skewers. "He would probably go to the middle school next door. If you want to eat it, you can buy it there."
"Oh, it won't be so convenient to eat skewers in the future."
In the principal's office, the principal of the middle school personally came to the principal's office of Yuying Primary School to discuss An Minghe's transfer.
This is enough to prove that the other party values An Minghe.
The principal of Yuying Primary School was very unhappy. Every day such a child stayed would bring more honor to the school.
But he also knew that this small primary school could not keep such a genius, so he transferred An Minghe's student record out with reluctance.
He said jealously to the high-spirited high school principal in front of him, "Don't be happy for too long," his tone was a little bitter, "It won't be long before Minghe will skip another grade."
The principal of No. 1 Middle School looked indifferent and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as he has studied in our school." They will be quite competitive when enrolling students.
"Go, go, go." The principal of Yuying Primary School shouted at people unhappily.
The principal didn't care. Led by Mr. Wen, An Minghe's math teacher, he came to the classroom. He looked at An Minghe surrounded by his classmates from a distance, and planned to leave with satisfaction.
Teacher Wen asked, "Aren't you going to say something to Minghe?"
The middle school principal shook his head and said, "Let's not disturb these little classmates from saying goodbye." It won't be too late to communicate after they arrive at school.
Watching the other person leave, Teacher Wen looked at An Minghe with a complicated expression. Having taught such a student, he has no regrets in this life.
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"Minghe, don't carry anything too heavy. It might crush you. Just bring a small stool over."
An Jingzhi moved with An Minghe again. He originally wanted to buy a house, but then he thought that An Minghe might skip a grade before long, and he would have to move with him then, so he simply decided not to buy a house.
Although buying a house is also an investment, he has other businesses that make money faster and doesn't want to put all his money on the house for the time being.
"Okay, Dad." An Minghe responded obediently.
The houses we move into are getting better and better. This time we rented a 2-bedroom, 1-living room house, so both father and son can have their own room.
After moving all the things, the father and son slumped in the living room, panting with exhaustion.
After resting for a while, An Minghe asked,
"Dad, our family keeps moving because of me. Do you think it's troublesome?"
An Jingzhi sat up and said, "Why do you think so? You are my son, and it is only natural for me to raise you. I gave birth to you and naturally I have to be responsible for you."
A smile appeared on An Minghe's face. His father really loved him.
They were so tired that neither the father nor the son wanted to move. After resting enough, they got up and went to a small restaurant nearby to have a meal, which was considered their dinner.
The father and son were digesting their food on the way. An Minghe held his father's hand and said, "It's not as delicious as Dad's cooking."
An Jingzhi said proudly, "Of course, my craft is unique."
The Internet was not yet well developed in this era, but people's income was slowly increasing and the economy entered a rapid development mode.
An Jingzhi was lying on the bed, thinking that he didn't want to go out to eat today. Could he arrange for a takeout service in advance?
However, this service must be based on the premise of increased consumption capacity.
Screening of the target population is also important.
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"Is this the little genius?"
When the students of the Provincial No. 1 Middle School learned that a new kid had come to their school and that he was a genius who had won the national championship in elementary school mathematics, they all rushed to watch.
But after a while, he was sent away by the teacher who had already greeted him.
An Minghe is the youngest child in the class, and even the desks and chairs are specially customized for him.
Because he is young and has the aura of a genius, not only are his classmates more tolerant of him, but even his teachers like him very much.
He is more popular here than in elementary school. There are older kids here than him. Thinking of their own naughty brothers and sisters, and then looking at the cute, well-behaved and smart An Minghe, they naturally develop a preference for him.
Inside the office, a teacher looked at the child who had just walked out and asked their teacher, "Is this child An Minghe?"
The teacher on the other side nodded. "He just came over to ask me a question. Do you know what he asked? I almost couldn't answer it."
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