When Cen Huaian got off the train, his body was covered with the mixed smell of the train, which was not pleasant.

He was very tired, and the Luo family was nothing in his eyes.

He had grown up, had a close family, the love he wanted, and the ability to protect himself.

The scars in his heart in the past would hurt him when he saw the Luo family, but they would not hurt him again.

He even hoped that the Luo family would go too far, so that he would have a more reasonable reason to fight back.

But at this moment, Cen Huaian had no image of the Luo family in his heart. After sitting on the hard seat train for so long, he just wanted to go home quickly to take a shower and rest. As soon as

Cen Huaian left the train station, he looked up and saw Chu Xia and Cen Zhengnian waiting at the exit.

One of them was wearing a thick wine-red scarf and a hat of the same color, with only a pair of eyes showing, making it impossible to tell what she looked like.

One of them was wearing a black coat and a gray scarf, with her hands casually in her pockets, her eyes fixed on the crowd coming out.

When he met Cen Huaian's eyes, Cen Zhengnian smiled faintly, and the coldness brought by the cold wind on his face disappeared completely.

Chuxia also saw Cen Huaian, her eyes smiled into a crescent, and she took her hand out of her pocket and waved it at him.

Cen Huaian's heart suddenly became very quiet at this moment, like a bird that had been flying for a long time and suddenly returned to its parents' nest.

His steps became faster and faster, and he ran behind until he ran in front of Cen Zhengnian and Chu Xia, then he stopped, breathing evenly.

"Dad, Mom."

Chu Xia suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, and looked him up and down carefully.

"Did the Luo family embarrass you again?"

Cen Huaian shook his head: "I didn't see them later. But their future life will not be easy."

Chu Xia didn't care about these, she only cared about whether Cen Huaian was okay. After making sure that he was fine, the heart that had been hanging in the air for the past few days fell.

"Let's go home, what do you want to eat?"

Cen Zhengnian took a step forward to take the suitcase from Cen Huaian's hand, but he dodged.

"I'll take it myself. Mom, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."

Cen Huaian's voice was still the clear voice of a teenager, with his unique stability. But Chuxia could hear the intimacy and coquettishness in his tone.

"Okay, let's go home and ask your dad to buy some spare ribs."

Cen Zhengnian was walking on the outside of the road, protecting the two of them, and observing the surroundings carefully.

Hearing this, he said "hmm", and in addition to buying spare ribs, he was also planning what else to buy.

When Cen Huaian walked to the car, he remembered that he forgot to tell the teacher. The teacher was supposed to take them back together in the car.

When he saw Chuxia and Cen Zhengnian, he couldn't think of anyone else.

Cen Huaian turned around and saw that Teacher Jiang was still at the exit, calling out the students' names.

He shouted loudly, and Teacher Jiang turned his head and waved at him, indicating that he understood.

Cen Huaian got on the car.

Chuxia wanted to sit in the back seat with Cen Huaian, but Cen Zhengnian stood outside the car and opened the passenger door. He smiled at Chuxia and made an invitation with his hand: "I don't want to be just the driver."

Chuxia laughed out loud: "An'an, your dad won't want to leave mom for a while."

Cen Huaian was very considerate: "It's okay, mom, you can sit in the front."

Chuxia said something mean to Cen Zhengnian, and followed his wishes to sit in the passenger seat. When the car drove away from the train station.

"Dad, Mom, I was in the top three in the National Mathematical Olympiad, so I got the opportunity to go to the China Mathematical Olympiad Winter Camp next."

Chuxia turned her head back immediately, and the joy on her face could not be hidden. It was purely happy for Cen Huaian.

"Congratulations, An'an!"

The corners of Cen Huaian's mouth curled up, and the fatigue of riding the train all the way disappeared a lot.

Cen Zhengnian did not look back, he was also happy for Cen Huaian, and the smile in his eyes seemed to be overflowing.

"Congratulations, An'an." He said the same words as Chu Xia, but it made Cen Huaian's heart even happier.

Chu Xia knew that riding the train was very tiring, she did not grab Cen Huaian to ask him about the competition, nor did she ask him what happened in Liangzhou.

In the quiet car, Cen Huaian's head slowly leaned against the window beside him and closed his eyes.

Chu Xia saw Cen Huaian sleeping in the rearview mirror, and Cen Zhengnian saw it too. The two looked at each other, slowed down the car, and drove more steadily.

Cen Huaian was not asleep. As soon as the car stopped, he opened his eyes and saw the familiar house and courtyard. He felt more relaxed.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going to take a shower first."

Chu Xia and Cen Zhengnian left him a note and went out to buy vegetables.

At this time, no one was at home except the family members who were taking care of the children.

Seeing Chu Xia and Cen Zhengnian walking out together, many people greeted and talked to the two enthusiastically, asking them what they were going to do.

Chu Xia said she was going to buy vegetables, and then she quickened her pace and hurriedly left this group of family relatives who were good at gossiping.

As for what they would say about her after she left, no one was not talked about by others.

There were not many vegetables sold in the vegetable market at this time, but ribs and chickens were bought, and some good ones were also picked, and some cabbage was bought.

The common green vegetables in winter are not available now. Everyone is eating radishes, potatoes, and cabbages.

If you are lucky, some old farmers grow green vegetables in their own houses to sell, and Chuxia must buy them.

Cen Zhengnian carried the ribs and a pile of vegetables, while Chuxia only carried her own bag, and she was relaxed, forming a sharp contrast with Cen Zhengnian.

When the two came back, Cen Huaian had gone back to his room to rest. Chuxia and Cen Zhengnian were busy in the kitchen preparing lunch for today.

"Zhengnian, help me wash the ribs."

Cen Zhengnian still cooks as usual, as long as it is cooked and edible.

Therefore, Chuxia rarely lets him go into the kitchen to cook, unless it is dumplings or noodles.

Cen Zhengnian's jade-like knuckles carefully washed the ribs one by one in the water, as if he was doing some experiment.

Chuxia cut the scallions and ginger, prepared the ingredients such as rock sugar and star anise, turned her head to look at Cen Zhengnian beside the pool, and her sight was attracted by the fingers washing in the water.

"I always feel that your hands are used to hold pens and do calculations for research. It's a waste to use them to wash ribs."

"Not a waste." Cen Zhengnian brought out the washed ribs, with water dripping from his fingers.

"If there is no food to eat, none of what you said can be done. Therefore, food is the most basic need. I am also a human being."

He lowered his head, his eyes fixed on Chuxia's eyes, and placed the ribs next to the chopping board, with a smile on his lips. His voice was like the wind in March, gentle and slow, but with the breath of fireworks.

"Don't look at me like that."

Chu Xia's cheeks turned pink as he looked at her. The atmosphere between them suddenly became charming, and the winter kitchen was filled with warmth.

Cen Zhengnian didn't listen to her, and moved closer to her. His lips lightly touched hers, and Chu Xia was surprised and looked towards the living room.

"An An is at home."

"It's okay." Cen Zhengnian was calm and didn't care at all: "He's sleeping in the room, he won't wake up now."

After that, he kissed Chu Xia again, no longer just a light taste, but like a jackal, tiger or leopard, once he found the door of the house, he would drive straight in and invade it wantonly.

Surrounded by Cen Zhengnian's hot breath, Chu Xia's heart beat very fast, a forbidden stimulation arose deep in her body, and her face was redder than usual.

The tingling feeling filled her entire back, making her legs so weak that she couldn't stand. Cen Zhengnian's slender fingers were now tightly stroking her back and kneading her waist.

After the kiss, Chu Xia leaned in Cen Zhengnian's arms, panting very heavily.

"No...no more."

She refused, not letting Cen Zhengnian kiss her again, otherwise the situation would get out of control and she wouldn't be able to prepare lunch.

Cen Zhengnian sighed with regret in his heart, waiting for Chu Xia to calm down her breathing, and slowly let her go, his fingertips still lingering on the delicate touch of her waist.

Chuxia instructed Cen Zhengnian to do various things to prevent the two from accidentally shooting each other. She was so frightened by what happened just now that she looked at Cen Huaian's door with fear.

She would feel embarrassed if her son was at home and saw his parents being too intimate.

When the family sat at the dining table to eat, Chuxia had adjusted her expression and looked normal in front of Cen Huaian, asking him about the competition.

"The competition is not particularly difficult."

Although the question types were new and complicated, they were not to the extent that Cen Huaian was embarrassed.

It was just that thinking about using high school knowledge to solve them made him rack his brains. If he had known earlier, he would not have studied college math so early. Now he has to be careful not to write about college stuff when doing math problems.

Chuxia asked the Luo family again.

Cen Huaian finished speaking in a few words, and there were not many spareribs left after he and Cen Zhengnian ate them.

Cen Zhengnian passed the last piece of spareribs to Chuxia, and Chuxia looked at the plate with a speechless look on her face.

"Do you two want to eat only this dish?"

Cen Zhengnian passed the other dishes to Chuxia: "This is delicious."

Cen Huaian said "hmm".

Chuxia: ...

This father and son really have a sweet tooth, and they are from the same lineage.

Cen Huaian's winter camp will be held next month for five days, still in Liangzhou, and hosted by the Liangzhou Mathematical Society.

Three of these five days are exams, and then 60 IMO candidates will be selected from the 400 outstanding high school students participating in the winter camp to enter the national training team. Finally, six candidates will be selected from the training team to participate in the IMO competition.

Cen Huaian's first goal was to get out of the winter camp and join the national training team.

Of course, this was difficult.

Cen Huaian himself did not get first place in the national competition, so he did not relax after returning home.

A month later, he went to Liangzhou again, but this time he did not take the train. The Beijing City Mathematical Society arranged a plane to take the students who participated in the winter camp to Liangzhou. This

was not the first time for Cen Huaian to take a plane. Unlike several other excited classmates, he seemed overly calm.

Li Shilai lay on the window of the plane with his eyes wide open: "Cen Huaian! Plane!"

Turning his head to see that Cen Huaian was still calm, he didn't understand: "Aren't you excited? We can actually take a plane to Liangzhou!"

Cen Huaian glanced out the window. The plane had not taken off yet. He could not see the clouds floating around, only the passengers boarding below.

He nodded: "Excited."

There were only eleven people from Beijing who went to participate in the winter camp, which was considered a large number. In some provinces and cities, there might be only a few people participating in the winter camp.

Li Shilai didn't know whether what Cen Huaian said was true or false, but since there were people as excited as he was, he started talking to others.

Cen Huaian took out the secret Mathematical Olympiad papers that Teacher Jiang got from somewhere and concentrated on doing the questions.

Teacher Jiang had been on a plane before and told the students in advance about various precautions, including how to relieve physical discomfort during takeoff and landing.

After listening to what Teacher Jiang said, Cen Huaian swallowed what he wanted to say and didn't say anything else.

The plane took off, and the students around them began to show discomfort on their faces. Even though Teacher Jiang had given them vaccinations in advance, they were still afraid.

Cen Huaian noticed that Li Shilai, who was sitting next to him, was trembling, and reached out to hold his arm.

When the discomfort passed, he let go of Li Shilai's hand and continued to do the questions, as if he had done nothing.

Li Shilai looked at Cen Huaian with a touching expression, "Cen Huaian, you are so nice!"

Cen Huaian's hands did not even pause while doing the questions: "Thank you for your help."

Li Shilai appreciated his kindness and protected him everywhere when he arrived in Liangzhou, considering himself his good friend.

On the first day, everyone rested and adjusted.

The second day was the opening ceremony of the winter camp. Cen Huaian sat with many high school students. Many big names of the Chinese Mathematics Conference sat on the high platform in front, as well as professors from various universities.

In this winter camp, high school students with outstanding performance will be favored by the admissions teams of various universities and have the opportunity to be recommended.

It's just that the recommended majors are relatively fixed and are all related to mathematics. If you are not ready to deal with mathematics for the rest of your life, you need to think carefully about whether to be admitted.

Cen Huaian didn't think too much. He was listening carefully to the names of people he had only seen in math textbooks, who were talking about their latest research and the future of Chinese mathematics on the stage.

His eyes didn't blink, and he was fully focused. The other students showed the same expression as him, but only Cen Huaian's eyes slowly started to burn with fire.

He seemed to follow these teachers and professors into the wonderful palace of mathematics, where all kinds of formulas, numbers, and many difficult math problems needed to be solved floated.

The light in Cen Huaian's eyes became brighter.

The opening ceremony was wonderful, and Cen Huaian gained a lot. His notebook was filled with dense notes, as well as the names of the magazines where their papers were published mentioned by the professors.

Cen Huaian decided to buy them one by one and take a look when he returned home from the winter camp.

The second and third days of the winter camp were filled with exams, and the types of questions in each exam were different.

After the exams, some were happy and some were worried, but only Cen Huaian was the most stable.

His stability attracted many people's attention.

"That kid is good."

"Cen Huaian, third in the national league, a very good result."

"I just saw the test paper he wrote, he is very stable."

These math masters who were supervising the exams were strolling in the examination room, and they always liked to stop by Cen Huaian and look at the questions he did.

Cen Huaian seemed to have not noticed at all, concentrating on his own test paper. He didn't write much on the draft paper, but the steps on the paper were written clearly and in detail.

Cen Huaian turned the page of the paper and continued to write. Few of the students around him were influenced by him.

They are all people who have experienced various competitions and have improved their mentality.

Of course, some people are not stable enough. The questions are too difficult, and the proctor is always watching, so they will collapse more and more.

Xin Yang is such a candidate. The proctor walked to his side again. He hadn't finished the second question yet, and his hands were shaking.

He raised his hand directly: "Teacher, can you please not come over here, I will be nervous."

The proctors all looked over. The proctor next to him was stunned for a moment, nodded and said "OK".

However, all the proctors gave Xin Yang a cross in their hearts. If the mentality is not good, it will be the most disadvantaged in the big exam. Such students will not be able to pass no matter how good their level is.

No teachers are walking around in the middle of the examination room anymore, but everyone has a general understanding of the level of these students.

After two days of exams, all students breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how well they did, they were finally done.

Li Shilai ran out of the exam room happily and laughed at Cen Huaian, "I'm finally done! If I don't finish, my brain will be tortured by those questions! Who asked the questions? They are too abnormal!"

A student whispered, "I heard it was Professor Hang Ling from Jinghua University."

Li Shilai: "Oh my god! Isn't he the most powerful guy in our mathematics class?"

Anyone who has learned about mathematics class knows Hang Ling. He can be said to be the leader of China's mathematics class. Many of the most cutting-edge things in China's current mathematics research come from his research.

"Yes!"

Li Shilai covered his forehead and said, "How can I be qualified to answer the test paper set by Professor Hang!"

"Me too. Otherwise it wouldn't be so difficult."

It was the first time that Cen Huaian heard the name of the person who wrote the test paper. He could only blame himself for not paying attention to these gossips and being obsessed with his own world.

He walked beside Li Shilai and listened to the people around him discussing Professor Hang and why he was the one who wrote the test paper.

"It is said that he also set the questions last year. Because our country never won the first place in the IMO competition before, he set the questions himself to select talents. Our country won the first place in the IMO in July this year, so he set the questions again this year."

Li Shilai nodded and said, "No wonder the questions are so difficult, but they are also so new. If you don't think quickly, you can't do them at all."

His companion nodded sympathetically, "Yes, Professor Hang likes people with flexible mathematical thinking. But it makes our brains hurt!"

Someone was more informed, "It is said that the national training team is led by Teacher Hang. I really want to join. I really want to be taught by Teacher Hang! I would be satisfied even if I only listen to one of his classes."

Cen Huaian knew Hang Ling, and what he didn't know were the inside stories of the competition and the training team.

Now after listening to what his classmates said, he was more determined to join the training team.

At this time, Hang Ling was leading all the teachers and professors who came to grade the papers overtime.

The more he graded, the deeper his brows wrinkled, and confusion appeared in his eyes.

Hang Ling stopped writing with the red pen in his hand, looked up at the teachers around him who were busy grading, and suddenly asked a teacher next to him: "Is the paper I made difficult?"

The teacher immediately shook his head: "No... it's still a little difficult."

A professor who was about the same age as Hang Ling and had completely white hair laughed "Hahaha" when he heard what he said, pointing at Hang Ling and said: "Is there any time when your test paper was not difficult?"

Hang Ling's brows wrinkled very deeply: "Then I wouldn't have left so many questions blank."

The white-haired professor laughed even louder, "You should be content, there are still people who got all the answers right."

Hang Ling's brows relaxed in an instant: "Who?"

He stood up from his chair and walked directly towards the white-haired professor.

"Look, this is the paper I just corrected. Both the steps and the results are perfect like the standard answers. Not only does it deserve full marks, but I want to give him an extra 5 points for the test paper."

Hang Ling recognized the handwriting as soon as he saw it. It was a child he had been paying attention to in the examination room - Cen Huaian.

These papers are now sealed, and Hang Ling cannot open them. He looked at Cen Huaian's paper carefully, and he was more impressed by this child and cherished his talent.

When he went to correct the test papers again, he was not as angry as before. Top mathematicians are never graded in large quantities. With so many outstanding students, it is good to have a few who can come out.

But in most cases, they will choose other majors in the future. Mathematics is too boring and hard, and people without patience cannot persevere. Hang Ling has been looking for people who can support Chinese mathematics in the future.

They are all old, and even if they want to do research, they have to consider their health and the days that are getting shorter and shorter.

On the fourth day of the winter camp, the organizers prepared academic reports, not the tours that many students expected.

Cen Huaian actually likes academic reports more, where he can hear new viewpoints from various math masters.

Hang Ling, whom he is most looking forward to, also spoke at this report.

As soon as Hang Ling came on stage, there was thunderous applause from the audience, and many people looked at him with crazy eyes as if they were the role model! Cen Huaian was no exception, and the light in his eyes was bright enough to illuminate himself.

Hang Ling did not say anything first, but wrote a question on the blackboard at the front, turned his head and looked at the audience who had already quieted down and said: "I would like to ask a classmate to come down and help me with this problem."

Countless students raised their hands, vying to get on stage.

Hang Ling smiled amiably: "It seems that everyone is very enthusiastic! Okay, the boy in black clothes in the fifth row and ninth column."

Cen Huaian is very sensitive to numbers, and as soon as Hang Ling finished speaking, he knew he was talking about him. He stood up from his seat, his eyes were filled with nervousness and joy, but his face was calm and quiet, and you couldn't tell that he was excited.

When he finally walked in front of Hang Ling, his heart was beating so hard that she could even hear the "thump, thump" sound.

"Teacher Hang."

Cen Huaian's attitude was very respectful. In front of him was the mountain he used to look up to, but now that it was so close to him, he couldn't calm down at all.

"Please introduce yourself to everyone first."

Hang Ling seemed to be able to sense his nervousness, and his smile was very gentle, not like a leader of a subject, without any domineering aura.

"I'm Cen Huaian, from Beijing."

After saying that, Cen Huaian continued to look at Hang Ling, his eyes seemed to be asking him if he could answer the questions.

Hang Ling was also stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Very good, go write the answer."

Cen Huaian nodded and stood in front of the blackboard. Hang Ling stepped back and watched how Cen Huaian answered the question like other students.

The question was not difficult, but the difficult part was to come up with five different ways to solve the problem, and all of them had to use the math knowledge learned in junior high and high school.

Cen Huaian didn't even frown, and wrote down the solutions one by one. When he wrote out the first question, the students below didn't react much, and they would also write the first one when they went up.

As Cen Huaian wrote out the second and third solutions, some of the students below began to discuss in a low voice and even calculate.

"I didn't expect the third solution at all, Cen Huaian is really amazing at solving problems!"

The fourth and fifth solutions, those students opened their mouths even wider.

"Do you know the fifth one?"

"I can't think of it."

"Me too, how did he think of it?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of such a student before."

After Cen Huaian finished writing down five solutions, he turned around and said, "Teacher Hang, are you going to write more?"

Hang Ling was really surprised: "Can you write more?"

Cen Huaian nodded.

Hang Ling asked him to continue, and he couldn't suppress the admiration in his eyes: "Write as many as you can."

"Didn't he finish five?"

"Why did you continue writing?"

"The sixth one, he is writing the sixth solution."

"Are the candidates here so talented? Any one of them is so awesome!"

"I don't think so. I can write down four at most."

"I can only write three."

Everyone discussed heatedly and wrote down in their notebooks quickly.

The sixth, seventh, and eighth methods, Cen Huaian stopped.

"Teacher, I have finished writing the connection methods using high school knowledge. If you want to write more, you need to use college mathematics knowledge."

"You also know college mathematics?" When Hang Ling said this, the smile in his tone was very sincere: "Then use college knowledge."

Cen Huaian turned around and wrote three more solutions, stopped and said, "Teacher, I'm done."

Hang Ling just looked at every solution, and the more he looked, the more he liked Cen Huaian as a student. This is his ideal seedling for studying mathematics in the future!

Hang Ling wanted to let Cen Huaian enter the university he was in right now, and then take him to study mathematics.

But at this moment, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked Cen Huaian one by one how he came up with so many solutions, and asked him to explain his thought process of the solutions.

Cen Huaian nodded, took the microphone and spoke one solution after another, his voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet with a bit of youthful sharpness.

The students below listened very seriously. The ability to use college mathematics to solve the problem was beyond their current ability. The gap was a bit too big.

Li Shilai was particularly proud, and kept talking to students from other provinces around him about that he was his friend, a high school student!

Xin Yang sat not far from Li Shilai, listening to his voice and looking at Cen Huaian who seemed to be radiating light on the stage, his brows were tightly knitted, and there was dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He felt that if Professor Hang had called him to the stage, he could also write five solutions.

Xin Yang ignored the solution written by Cen Zhengnian below, and acted as if he didn't see the solution from the university.

But people like Xin Yang only dare to think about it in his heart. He also knows what kind of looks he will get from others if he says this out loud.

On the stage, Hang Ling asked Cen Huaian why he was studying college calculus now. It seemed that he had learned it well.

Cen Huaian: "Because I finished high school."

Very good and powerful, this answer is impeccable. Hang Ling looked at Cen Huaian with even more admiration.

However, there was time for the academic report, so Hang Ling did not communicate with Cen Huaian for too long on the stage. Instead, he started his speech following the connection of the question written by Cen Huaian.

Cen Huaian returned to his seat, and countless admiring eyes fell on him, as if welcoming the returning king.

"Cen Huaian, you are so amazing! Some of those solutions are beyond my ability to think of in my lifetime."

"You will get it if you do more questions."

Li Shilai: "No...we are different. No matter how much I do, my brain is not as good as yours."

They are all gifted people, and it is indeed difficult to get over the hurdle of admitting that they are not as good as others in a certain field.

But Li Shilai got over it easily. He has a clear understanding of himself and knows that there are many people who are better than him. He openly admits that he is not as good as others, which makes people like him more.

Cen Huaian likes Li Shilai's attitude very much, and he is willing to be friends with people like Li Shilai.

After Hang Ling finished speaking, Cen Huaian was the first to stand up and ask questions. He asked the doubts that he had been hiding in his heart.

Hang Ling looked at him carefully and answered.

Later, Cen Huaian would raise his hand to grab the opportunity to ask questions, but he stopped after asking two questions, always leaving the opportunity to others.

Some of the questions from others were also what Cen Huaian wanted to ask. He listened very carefully, his hands kept moving, and his notebook was densely filled with words.

The academic report on the fourth day was the same as the opening ceremony on the first day. Cen Huaian learned a lot.

The fifth day of the winter camp: the results were announced, and the gold, silver, and bronze medals were awarded. The top sixty gold medalists could enter the intensive training camp.

Gold medalists had the opportunity to receive olive branches from colleges and universities, and as long as they signed a contract with the college, they could be admitted.

When the results were announced, Cen Huaian looked at the stage, and it was rare that he showed nervousness in his eyes. He has always been confident about his results, but at this moment he seemed to be unable to be confident.

Everyone around was very nervous, and the atmosphere of announcing the results was too solemn, which made people's hearts lift up involuntarily.

"Gold medal, gold medal, bless me to win the gold medal!"

Li Shilai raised his hands and kept bowing up and down, left and right.

"All gods and ancestors of the Li family, whether our Li family can bring glory to our family this time depends on you."

After hearing all these words, Cen Huaian: ...

his nervousness disappeared in an instant: "Will it work if you pray to gods and Buddhas?"

Li Shilai: "Ask whether it works or not, what if it works?"

Cen Huaian: ... speechless.

At this time, the results were announced.

The first to be announced were the winners of the bronze medals, and the names were read out one by one. Some people were overjoyed to get the bronze medal, thinking that this trip was not in vain, while others felt like their parents had lost their parents.

When Xin Yang heard his name in the bronze medal, his face turned pale in an instant: "How could it be? How could I be a bronze medal? It shouldn't be..."

But it was not his turn to think carefully. Those whose names were called had to go to the front stage to receive the award. No matter how many people got the bronze medal, everyone got a medal.

Xin Yang came back with his bronze medal, still looking dazed.

Li Shilai was in the same Olympiad class with him, and they were familiar with each other. Seeing him like this, he asked with concern: "Xin Yang, what's wrong with you?"

Xin Yang held Li Shilai's hand: "How did I get a bronze medal? Did the teacher mark the wrong paper?"

Li Shilai suddenly widened his eyes, and stopped struggling because of the pain of being grabbed: "Xin Yang, is there something wrong with your brain? This is an Olympic competition, and the people marking the papers are big shots like Professor Hang. Do you think they would mark the wrong papers?"

They are taking a math test. How could those math big shots make mistakes marking the simplest math papers? Isn't this a big joke!

"Xin Yang, don't talk nonsense, or I can't save you."

If Xin Yang really questioned the mistakes in his grades, and if they turned out to be true, he would not be favored by any college.

I don't know if Xin Yang listened to him or not, he just looked down at his bronze medal, feeling mixed emotions.

He thought he would be the best competitor in No. 4 Middle School, but he only won a bronze medal in the Olympic Games. He was too embarrassed to go back to school.

After the bronze medal, the silver medalists came out, and there was still no name of Cen Huaian or Li Shilai.

Li Shilai's eyes were already wide open, and his heart was beating like a drum.

"Cen Huaian..." He licked his lips, shaking with nervousness: "Is it time to read out the name of the gold medalist next?"

Cen Huaian: "Yes."

Even though Li Shilai had expected the result, he couldn't help but jump up and down with joy when he heard his name on the gold medal.

"I'm so awesome!" Li Shilai reached out and hugged Cen Huaian tightly, and then hugged Xin Yang beside him tightly: "The Li family has a younger generation like me for the rest of their lives, so you can be happy. Our Li family ancestors, wait to see me bring honor to our family!"

He said as he ran to the stage in front, waiting for the gold medal to be handed out to see if it was gold.

Cen Huaian was no longer nervous, and listened attentively to the host reading out the name of the gold medalist.

"Cen Huaian."

Cen Huaian also stood up and walked to the front.

He was not the last player to be called, and Cen Huaian was not disappointed. He got the gold medal after all, and his place in the training team was also secured.

When the gold medals were handed out, Hang Ling, Cen Huaian, a girl standing next to him, and a tall and thin boy said, "Actually, the three of you have the same score."

Cen Huaian and the other two looked over immediately, and Hang Ling had a mischievous smile on his face: "But Cen Huaian, your name is at the front, so I feel a little embarrassed. You are called first."

Cen Huaian: "It's okay."

In fact, he felt that there was a problem with this order. If he was called alphabetically, he should be the first to be called, and he should be the last to be

called backwards. But it didn't matter much. He got the gold medal and got a place in the training team. It didn't matter who was called first and who was called last.

After the awards ceremony, the host read out the names of the students who joined the training team. Including Cen Huaian, there were three students from Beijing who joined the training team.

Without Li Shilai, he was not depressed. He was very happy holding the gold medal: "I never thought I would win a gold medal."

Xin Yang, who had been listening, looked at the gold medal in his hand with tears in his eyes.

The afternoon was the free time for the winter camp. At this time, professors from various universities began to talk to the seedlings they were optimistic about, and extended olive branches.

Some accepted it, and some refused.

Most of the students who were recommended were gold medalists. There were also a few silver medalists who went to universities to show their abilities and were successfully recommended. Of course, there were also failures.

And Hang Ling found Cen Huaian.