Chapter 56 I Liked You First (First Order) The night of June 2007, 6, was an important turning point for 28 high school graduates in eastern Guangdong and their families. Candidates like Chen Zhuo who performed well in the exam and whose grades did not fluctuate much compared to their usual grades have a high probability of being admitted to their first choice. The parents were naturally very happy. This means that from now on, the family will no longer have the burden of "high school graduates". After get off work, Mao Xiaoqin can just go out for dinner or play mahjong with friends, without having to worry about "my son is about to finish his evening study, I have to go home quickly." There is also a type of candidates who study very well in normal times, and even their scores in the first, second and third mock exams are quite stable, but they fail in this most important exam. There is a very mysterious place in the college entrance examination: The subject that deals you a fatal blow may very well be the subject you are best at. Just like this year's physics, the difficulty suddenly became S++, and some people, even top students, will definitely not be used to it. Some of these candidates choose to repeat the exam because they cannot let go of their obsession or feel unconvinced; Some do not want to suffer another year, so they choose to transfer;
However, if your second or third choice is not accepted, the university you will attend in the future may be a school you have never even heard of before. There are a few other categories that are relatively rare, such as those who perform exceptionally well, those who don’t take exams seriously, and those who have already decided to go abroad… The college entrance examination is never just a matter for high school students; just like marriage, it affects the entire family. Gradually, several people in Chen's small circle also found out their results. The stupid mermaid scored 366 points, which is already above the admission line for art undergraduates, so Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts should have no problem getting in. In addition, art schools all admit students in advance, so she should get the admission letter before Chen Zhe. Da Huang is 606, so he should go to the School of Telecommunications of Huazhong University of Science and Technology; Yuanyuan's score was 633, and her first choice was Chinese Language and Literature at CUHK; Wang Changhua scored 555 and majored in accounting at Guangzhou University. Why choose accounting? In his words, there are more pretty girls than pretty boys in the accounting major, and entering the major is like a fish entering the sea, where not only can one swim freely, but one can also change one's habitat anytime and anywhere. There are some other friends and classmates, but Chen doesn’t have their contact information. It’s a pity that it is no longer popular to write a “classmate book”. The so-called classmate book is a notebook that collects all the classmates’ messages, blessings and contact information, which can be used as a beautiful memory in the future. The reason why it is not popular is that communication equipment is becoming more and more popular, and everyone can communicate anytime and anywhere. If nothing goes wrong, someone should have set up a class QQ group on the day Chen went to school to get his admission letter. In fact, it is quite time-consuming to compile a "classmate directory" of all the classmates. If we go back a few years, when people used to record things with pens, there might be a girl with a high ponytail and a romantic side in the class to do this. Before going to bed, Chen Zhuo chatted with Yu Xian on QQ for a while. After saying good night to each other, he was thinking about something when his cell phone started buzzing again. Chen Zhuo guessed it was Yu Xian, because no one had added this number. After opening the phone, it turned out to be a text message from her. Yu Xian: Chen Zhuo, do you think I’m stupid just because I got over 300 points in the exam? Chen smiled. For the girl who held hands on the first day, maybe in her heart, the other person's opinion was more important than her college entrance examination score.
He replied: Chen Zhuo: Do you think I am a vulgar person who doesn’t understand art just because I can’t draw? Yu Xian: Definitely not! Chen Zhuo: It’s the same principle. Every profession has its own specialization. Yu Xian: Hehehe~ After a while, Chen Zhuo thought Yu Xian was asleep, but she sent him another message. Chen smiled bitterly. On the first day of using the mobile phone, he went to bed one hour later than usual. After opening his phone, Chen was suddenly stunned. He didn’t expect it to be a “killer question”. Yu Xian: Chen Zhuo, do you like me? This is a question that no matter how confident a girl is, she will think about: Does he like me? Not to mention the love brain. They will even try to find evidence that they are loved in the details. Under the dim light of his cell phone, Chen stared at the screen silently, then replied with two words: Chen Zhuo: I like it. Yu Xian: Then what do you like about me? Chen was stunned. Is this the "fatal question"? But this is probably the most common question asked by girls. What do I like about you? If I say I like your face, does that mean I don’t like your figure? If someone says they like your figure, does that mean they don’t like your personality? It seems that no matter how you answer, there is a trap. Chen thought for a moment and typed: Chen Zhuo: If there is a reason for liking someone, then this liking is not pure. I said I like your long wine-red hair, but one day you cut your hair short, does that mean I don’t like you anymore? I said I like your figure, but one day you gain weight, does that mean I don’t like you anymore? So liking someone is liking someone, there is no reason, and there is no need for a reason. After sending this text message, Chen Zhuo felt quite satisfied. He estimated that Yu Xian would reply with words like "You passed the test" or "You are very smart". After 10 minutes, the phone rang. Chen unlocked the phone and saw only one sentence, but it was not what he had guessed, but... Yu Xian: I liked you first. The bedroom was pitch black, and the words on the fluorescent white screen of the mobile phone seemed to have poked a hole in the darkness, and colorful bubbles flew out. Chen smiled slightly. Romance lasts till death and it will never disappear. It will only be expressed in different ways in different eras. …… The next morning, Chen woke up and found his parents packing to go to work. Looking at the two people's impatient expressions, Chen Zhe could imagine the way they went to the office to publicize their achievements, afraid that others would not know but having to pretend to be reserved. "What are you doing up so early?" Mao Xiaoqin was in a good mood and began to persuade: "Just sleep until noon and then get up. There is nothing to do anyway." Chen Zhuo shook his head and said, "Mom, when are we going to open an account at the securities company? And let's hold the graduation banquet as soon as possible." Mao Xiaoqin was originally very opposed to stock speculation, so she pretended not to remember it. Unexpectedly, as soon as the results came out, Chen Zhuo started to remind her.
"I know, I know." Mao Xiaoqin suddenly felt helpless, thinking, "I've already been admitted to university, but there are still so many things to do." Chen Peisong didn't care about such things at all. Firstly, he was too busy at work, and secondly, he didn't care about money at home. He might have less coins in his pocket than Chen Zhuo, so he had no say at all. But when he was about to go downstairs, Chen Zhuo suddenly called him: "Dad, do you have any black tea at home?" "what?" Lao Chen was stunned for a moment: "You want to drink?" "Giving it away." Chen Zhuo said, "The head teacher of the high school is Cao Jingjun." Chen Peisong's eyes lingered on his son for a moment, but he did not ask about Chen's motives or reasons. He just asked, "What grade do you want?" Chen said with a frank look: "A better one." "Row." Chen Peisong nodded and said, "In the third cupboard of your mother's and my bedroom, there is a box of Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain. It is over 30 years old and can be used as traditional Chinese medicine." Chen Zhe knew that this thing was worth a lot of money. As for tea, some kinds of it are better the sooner you drink them, while some kinds of it become more valuable the longer they are stored, and eventually they even develop a medicinal effect due to fermentation. "Thanks dad." Chen Zhuo was also sincerely polite. "Hehe~" Old Chen grinned after hearing this, and walked downstairs while patting his round belly, as if he was feeling something. Chen Zhuo gave a gift to Cao Jingjun, naturally not to express his gratitude to his teacher, because he had never taught him. Chen Zhuo's target is Qi Zheng, the chief of the Budget Management Section of the General Affairs Department of Sun Yat-sen University and an old classmate of Cao Jingjun. I found out my scores yesterday, and I also know that I will be spending the next four years on the CUHK campus. So, whether I want to be selected as a transfer student or start my own business, I still need to get to know a powerful person like Qi Zheng who has control over the money. However, he was not that close to Teacher Qi, so he needed an intermediary to mention it to him: "Chen Zhe is also studying at CUHK. He is my student. Please take care of him." So, Lao Cao is the most suitable candidate. The last time Chen participated in an event with prestigious schools, he felt that Director Cao had a good impression of him and was also aware that he liked to drink black tea. Besides, the timing of the visit is quite appropriate because I just checked my scores yesterday. Of course Chen Zhuo couldn’t say, “I need Qi Zheng’s assistance in my development at Zhongda University, and asked Director Cao to introduce him to me.” Instead, find a reason like this and say: Teacher Cao, I just checked my score yesterday and it’s 652. I’m still a little unsure whether I can get into Zhongda Lingnan College with this score. I have often heard from my class teacher that Director Cao’s assessment of the college entrance examination situation in the province is very accurate, so I would like to ask you to help analyze it.
My parents taught me that it is never a good idea to go to someone's home empty-handed. I once heard Teacher Cao mention that he liked to drink black tea, and I didn't know if it tasted good, so I just brought it here rashly. These few sentences are the opening remarks of a prospective college student who is "well-educated, polite, very humble, and able to remember other people's preferences." (Please give me a monthly ticket, thank you everyone~) (End of this chapter)