Chapter 139
"……hiss!"
The red-haired boy grimaced for a moment, but he actually suppressed his physiological instinct and did not cry out in pain.
He just shouted with joy: "Wow! I knew it!"
Joyson has always believed that Jiang Yunu deserves better, and at this moment, "better" has finally arrived.
Jiang Yunu was more concerned about his knee than he was: "Is your leg okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Joyson said as he limped out from behind the dining table. He walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but he was smiling. His emotional excitement completely suppressed his physiological pain reflex.
"Mom," Joyson called to Aunt Daisy, "Come on, let's take a closer look at Xiao Jiang's information page!"
Just like Jiang Yunu upstairs, he had to wash his face before looking at the screen to confirm the authenticity of the information he saw. Overwhelmed with joy, Joyson and Jodaith also repeatedly checked the screen to make sure that Jiang Yunu had indeed received a response from the school he had applied to.
"Two out of three!" the red-haired boy said excitedly, "You can start planning now. Will you go to the second or third district next?"
Jiang Yunu was relatively rational. She said, "Others have just withdrawn their files. They have to enter the 'prepared admission' status before they can be officially admitted."
Joyce was extremely confident: "It will be no problem! Any school that has taken your file will definitely transfer it to the 'preparatory admission' list!"
Joyson firmly believed that all schools that did not actively recruit Jiang Yunu simply had not seen her yet.
As long as there is a chance to see her, who would be willing to not invite her away?
The little genius who is in the top 1% of the seventh district was specially granted permission to skip levels, completing the primary supernatural school in one year and then being admitted to the top 1% of geniuses in the district!
In fact, the two "upper three district" schools that took away Jiang Yunu's file were indeed surprised.
"Come and see this file?"
In the orderly and tidy admissions office, a civilian who was manually reviewing candidates' files suddenly raised his eyebrows and shared the file he was reviewing with two other colleagues.
"Seventh District?" The colleague who received the file glanced at the beginning of the file and frowned. "You can just look at the student information for a place like this by yourself. Is it necessary for us to review it again?"
Another colleague hadn't commented yet, but his expression as he opened the document showed a lack of concern.
"No, no," the civilian who first unearthed the file said hastily, "Don't just look at the region of origin. Take a look at the candidate's basic information, too—she only enrolled in elementary school last year, went straight from first grade to graduating class, and took the entrance exam this year!"
After hearing what he said, his colleagues' expressions became more serious, and they finally took some time to look at the file.
"Being admitted to a higher grade at least proves that she must be an outstanding student in the local area." said a colleague, whose expression changed from indifferent to serious.
"But where did she go to elementary school? One in District 19?" A colleague, initially frowning in disdain, glanced briefly at the file, still expressing some dissatisfaction with the candidate's "background." "District 19, and beyond that, it's almost close to District 8. Even if a place like that is 'extraordinary,' can its actual abilities match those of the average student at a higher-tier school?"
"You can't say that."
The civilian who first discovered the file felt his colleague's "regional discrimination" was excessive. He argued, "If you don't put her in a larger, more expansive environment, how can you know if she's a genius 'only visible to the underprivileged'? What if she just needs an opportunity to prove herself?"
Another colleague is obviously a fence-sitter, and will tend to side with whichever colleague has the loudest voice.
To those who are not impressed by schools in the back star district, I say: "If you give them a chance, it will only prove that poor students are poor students. A phoenix will never fly out of a chicken coop in the back star district."
This is not a very pleasant thing to say.
The first civil servant who dug out the files looked a little grim.
The fence-sitter immediately tried to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, it's just a student from the last-place group. It's not worth ruining the atmosphere in our office. We've already recruited a lot of high-quality students this year, so it doesn't matter if she's one more or one less."
Jiang Yunu's file was quietly displayed on the screen in front of the three people. After a moment, two of them chose to close it, leaving only the person who extracted it to keep it.
Meanwhile, another office has a more casual style and hardly looks like an "admissions office."
"Have those top students I contacted earlier responded?"
asked the lady sitting in a strangely shaped chair. Her posture couldn't even be called "sitting", more like she was leaning on the chair, making herself half-lying in an equally strange position.
“Yes.”
Someone was talking in the office, but I couldn't tell where the person who was answering was. I could only follow the sound and found that the source was a large pot of life-size green plants in the corner - it was actually a chair, with a high back made of the stem of a certain plant, and the seat was taken from the stump of another tree, spliced together to form a "potted throne".
A man, working against a wall, curled up on the "potted plant throne." He was as quiet as a plant, yet still said with great energy, "I rejected the response."
"Hmm." A voice came from the third direction of the office.
This woman sat in a relatively dignified position, her office space relatively normal. But she had green hair like a kingfisher's feathers, and her voice was like a bird singing, only the content of her song was fiery: "A series of sour rhetoric, push-pull, and superficial pleasantries, followed by a slow, unhurried deliberation, like an old donkey pulling a millstone, and finally a decision that had already been 'predetermined.'"
Ms. Kingfisher pushed her things forward and said angrily, "I don't understand either—these kids clearly only want to go to the school in District One from the beginning. Can't they just be more straightforward and not imitate their parents' tactic of toasting with clay Buddhas and make a decision sooner rather than later?"
"The little bird sings so beautifully." The lady leaning on the chair clapped her hands and praised, "Sing a few more lines, bird."
Slow applause could be heard from the "Pot Throne." The "Plant Man," who was almost merging with the plants, said, "Can the little bird just use magic chanting? Once it finishes, this year's enrollment quota will automatically be filled, and we can go home."
The little bird said, "Bah!"
The "Strange Lady," reclining on the sofa, slowly scrolled through the screen. "I don't want to focus on the schools in the front row recruiting some 'high-end' students. I've decided to do the opposite—now I'm going to look at the children from District 8 and forward."
The "plant man" was silent for a while, as if the work at hand had captured his attention.
After a while, he said to his colleagues: "There is an interesting child here."
Ms. Strange: "Hmm?"
Little Bird: “Oh?”
Two question sounds were sent out simultaneously from different directions of the office. No command was needed. The two ladies had already received the shared panel and clicked on the candidate's information details on their terminal screens.
"Wow." "Little Bird" suddenly said cheerfully, "Little White Hair!"
"Wow!" said Ms. Strange. "I got an A in the Intermediate Battlefield Simulation!"
The two ladies said in unison: "—still a little girl!"
“…”
The Plant Man said calmly, "You two, isn't there anything more worthy of your attention here than combat talent, hair color, and gender?"
"Aren't these three things enough for us to prioritize?" The "Strange Lady" waved her hand nonchalantly, with a movement that was a bit too big, causing her to almost fall off the uniquely shaped chair, but she managed to maintain her balance in time and amazingly.
Little Bird was already looking through the details: "Top 1% in District 7…directly promoted to the graduating class from first grade…did this kid complete all his courses in one year?"
The "Plant Man" took over the screens of his two colleagues in the shared area and circled the key points he saw: "This child signed up for the intermediate battlefield simulation, a subject not offered at her elementary school."
Ms. Strange said, "But she got an A."
Whether or not the candidate was from a rear star region seemed completely unimportant in the eyes of these three people. "Strange Lady" was extremely interested in the candidate's battlefield simulation results, "Plant Man" was very curious about the candidate's self-study ability, and "Bird Lady" switched the information back to the candidate's personal profile page and she let out a crisp and happy laugh.
"That little girl looks really interesting," said Little Bird cheerfully. "I'm going to call her right away and ask if she has any other schools she'd like to attend, and then try to persuade her to join us!"
Later that day, the sun set over Chat City.
Jiang Yunu received an interstellar call that came across several star regions.
"Hello, is this Jiang Yunu?" The unfamiliar number was picked up, and a clear and melodious voice was immediately heard, speaking like singing.
These days, only teachers in the admissions offices of senior high schools would start their speeches like this. Jiang Yunu understood immediately and said politely, "I am. Hello, teacher."
"Oh, how polite!"
Her simple polite response seemed to make the other party particularly happy.
Of course, Jiang Yunu had no idea how many difficult and tortuous recruitment calls the other party had made recently.
The admissions teacher, who spoke in a singing voice, did not introduce himself directly, in a somewhat unusual style. Instead, he first asked Jiang Yunu about his vision and expectations for the senior school.
"As long as the school can help me learn new things and allow me to see more and more places, that's all that matters." Jiang Yunu answered very formally. Then she paused slightly and said shyly, "My family is very ordinary. If the school is willing to provide scholarships and grants, that would be even better for me."
The teacher on the other end of the line laughed and said, "No problem."
The teacher with a clear voice said enthusiastically, "As long as you are willing to enroll, we will definitely find a way to get some money from the principal for you."
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