Zheng Wenhui smiled and said, "I think I can be selected."
"Then congratulations in advance!" Zhang Hongmei was never stingy with her praise.
Just as Zhang Hongmei finished eating and was about to return to the classroom, the math whiz rushed in. "Zhang Hongmei, all 130 of us in the math department voted for you! Although you're not from our math department, you are the pride of the mathematics world, and we will always support you."
His words stunned Zhang Hongmei, and even more so all the students in the cafeteria.
By the time Zhang Hongmei realized what was happening, the talented man was already gone, truly as swift as the wind.
"Hahaha, Zhang Hongmei, I support you too." Liu Jingzhang genuinely found it funny.
Zhang Hongmei shrugged helplessly, smiled at the group, and left.
Back in the classroom, Zhang Hongmei slumped onto her desk. The two afternoon classes were too boring, and she was afraid she would fall asleep. She decided to rest for a while, even if she didn't sleep, just resting with her eyes closed would be good.
Several young girls thought Zhang Hongmei was being too dramatic. But the older middle-aged women understood, saying, "Zhang Hongmei is still young, it's normal for her to rest more."
Some families have children who are the same age as Zhang Hongmei. Although they know that she is a very capable classmate, they still unconsciously take care of her.
There weren't many people who had time to chat, as everyone cherished the opportunity to learn, so the topic came to an end.
When I got home from school in the evening, my neighbor on the east side opened their door as soon as I opened it.
The old lady peeked out and saw that it was Zhang Hongmei. Only then did she come out. "Zhang Hongmei, you're back from school?"
"Yes, are you going out?"
"No, I just wanted to chat with you for a while. I was too embarrassed to come over on the weekend because you have too many family members."
What do you need me for?
"I just wanted to ask if you could teach my granddaughter? My family doesn't have the money to send her to school."
"I'm really sorry, but we're very busy with our studies. I usually get back around this time, and I still have to study at night."
"Even people in our village can save up enough money to send their children to school, so why can't you, a city dweller from the capital, save up this little bit?"
"Then forget it." The old man's smile was very forced, and he went back after saying that.
Zhang Hongmei would never associate with such a person and cause herself any trouble.
Saying they can't afford to go to school is just a way of looking at their own family's situation and wanting to take advantage of others.
She was envious of her family's lavish meals every Saturday, even though they didn't have fancy dishes. She was glad she had waited until now to come over.
Zhang Hongmei still had noodles with soybean paste for dinner, which was the most convenient. She would buy sesame seed cakes on Sunday, which could last for a week.
The daytime temperature is above zero degrees Celsius, so we don't need to wear a down coat anymore. We're finally getting rid of this heavy, ten-plus-pound outfit. It's really not easy.
I was startled by a sudden knock on the door. Who could it be at this hour?
"Zhang Hongmei, open the door. I am Huang Zhong."
Zhang Hongmei quickly transferred three bean buns and five sugar buns from her spatial storage.
Huang Zhong must have his own reasons for coming at this time; we can't let him come for nothing.
"Comrade Huang, why are you so late today?"
"Ugh! Stop talking, the car broke down, it was finally fixed, and we just finished unloading it from the post office."
"Come inside quickly and have some water. There are still some steamed buns and sweet buns at home. I'll cook dumplings for you; there are more than twenty left."
"Then I'll have to trouble you."
"It's no trouble at all, it's me who's bothering you."
"I've come to deliver a message to you, and I've also brought you some food."
"Thank you, Comrade Huang Zhong. I'll go cook now."
Since there were only two of them, Huang Zhong didn't close the door. He figured with him there, no one would come, and besides, this was the capital, so the security was excellent. He just left the door open to prevent gossip.
Zhang Hongmei had 28 dumplings left from last week's making, so she boiled them all. Feeling it wasn't enough, she also cooked a bowl of noodles and topped it with a spoonful of fried sauce. That should be enough.
Huang Zhong washed his face and felt better. He sat down at the table and ate without any ceremony, finishing a bowl of noodles and a dumpling in five minutes.
"Comrade Huang, would you like me to cook you another bowl of noodles?"
"No need, I'm full, it was too delicious." Huang Zhong patted his stomach and drank some dumpling soup as well.
"I brought you six letters and two bags of grain. Zhang Hongmei, I'm leaving now, I have to hurry."
"Wait, Comrade Huang, here are eight steamed buns for you to keep if you get hungry. I won't keep them for you, but please drive carefully."
After seeing Huang Zhong off, Zhang Hongmei noticed several letters on the table and two bags on the floor that looked like rabbits.
Zhang Hongmei opened the package and saw that it really was smoked rabbit, two of them. There were also two smoked fish and a smoked rooster. Such a grand gesture!
The other bag contained dried cooked sweet potatoes. Oh well, I had completely forgotten that I had dried cooked sweet potatoes.
He put the meat into a large vat in the storeroom and covered it. After cleaning the kitchen and dining room, he took the letter and entered the space.
After taking a shower, I lay in bed and started reading the letter.
The letter above was from Er Ya. She explained in detail that the meat was given by the village, the rooster by her great-grandmother, and the smoked fish by Li Cuihua.
In her letter, Er Ya also mentioned that her studies were too demanding. She also mentioned that she would go back to stay every week to help ventilate the house and clean.
Zhang Hongmei smiled and put down Er Ya's letter. The second letter was from the old principal, which was full of instructions to her not to study too hard and to take care of her health.
The third letter was actually from Er Lengzi. He said he hadn't returned from the battlefield yet, but was now a deputy company commander. The letter was full of funny stories, but Zhang Hongmei knew that he couldn't be so relaxed. She sincerely hoped that Er Lengzi would return safely and healthily.
The fourth letter was from Dashan, telling her that only five out of ten people in the village had been promoted to permanent positions, and that the city's power grid upgrade would begin in May. It was a long, rambling letter.
The fifth letter was from Song Zigan; it consisted of five full sheets of paper, which Zhang Hongmei put down first.
Opening the last letter, it was from Zhang Hongmei's homeroom teacher, Chen Sheng. The letter essentially expressed his hope that Zhang Hongmei would study hard.
I picked up Song Zigan's letter again, and it really gave me a headache. Why did he write so much? It's making my eyes blurry.
He kept nagging about how hard life was, how there was no good food, and how hard it was to study. He promised that he would definitely get into the Capital University and come find Zhang Hongmei.
Zhang Hongmei smiled helplessly. This immature teenager...
I'm too tired today to reply. I'll do it tomorrow.
Actually, Zhang Hongmei was just procrastinating. She really didn't know how to write letters, nor did she know what to write. She didn't need to reply to Er Lengzi or Da Shan; she just needed Er Ya to tell him.
But we still have to write letters. At least three: one for Chen Sheng, one for Song Zigan, and one for Er Ya. As for the elders in the village, Er Ya can just take them back with her.
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