Chapter 1,784 I am a stamp collector

Style: Science Author: Not MarioWords: 2707Update Time: 24/01/18 17:58:19
On the way to the teaching building, physical education teacher Fan Yong was instructing two sophomore students to hang banners on the trees. She squinted her eyes and looked carefully. The banner was very long, with white letters on a red background saying "Warmly celebrate the senior year of our school." A class of Lin Yue students won one gold and two silver medals in the 69kg category of the Weightlifting World Cup, successfully passed the selection of the national weightlifting team, and qualified to participate in the 2020 Tokyo Olympics."

That weightlifting meet at the end of last year?

Huang Zhitao remembered that Lin Yue went to Tianjin to participate in a competition last year. However, because the final exam was very close, the relationship between the two had not made a substantial breakthrough at that time. She did not care about the results of that competition. It was not until today that she learned that her sweetheart won a gold medal in one go. Entering 2019 with two silver medals and three medals, he was even selected into the national weightlifting team based on this competition.

It seems that Fan Yong is right. He is indeed going to participate in the 2020 Olympic Games. The key is that in the absence of Lin Yue, who will they show this banner to?

Show it to other students? There's no need for it, he's already so famous now. Last year's scumbag was ranked first, and this year's top student... no, he should be called the top student, because Lin Lei'er is a top student, and he got it by 50 percent of his intelligence and 50 percent of his hard work. As for him, I have never seen him study in a serious way. He hammers here and there every day. As a result, he was spotted by Beiwai in the first district-wide examination and was given a recommended quota. In the second district-wide examination Just get the crown of the top three, this kind of level where your studying for one day is not as good as his reading for three minutes, what is it if it is not a god of learning?

The key is, in addition to studying, he is also the Olympic champion seed, and he ranked among the best in the provincial joint entrance examination last year. That is to say, because of his poor mid-term exam results, the school did not recommend him to sign up for the Olympic competition, otherwise... 90 times out of 10 A few more halos.

His existence is of great significance to the school, but if he is praised like this, what will other students think? Wouldn't it seriously dampen the enthusiasm of other students?

At this moment, Fan Yong answered a call and trotted away.

Huang Zhitao walked over, looked at a school girl holding the ladder and said, "I heard that Lin Yue is taking art school exams in other places. This banner... will he come back today?"

The school girl glanced at her and thought she was an admirer of Senior Lin: "You should go back. Teacher Fan said that the school has arranged a car to pick her up at the airport."

Huang Zhitao was a little angry. Since he was returning to Beijing today, why didn't he say hello in advance? I promised to send a message to notify her as soon as I got back.

"The school sent a car to pick him up, and Principal Huang was really nice to him."

"I just heard Teacher Fan chatting with Vice Principal Xu. It should be that the leader of BSU is coming and has made an appointment to meet."

The leaders of BSU are coming?

See Lin Yue?

Huang Zhitao understood. It turned out that the banner was hung for the school leaders of Bei Sports. Fan Yong really spared no effort to send her sweetheart to Bei Sports.

but……

She shook her head and was not optimistic about the trip to Chunfeng Middle School by the leaders of Bei Sports. Why, she thought she knew Lin Yue relatively well.

At first, because Li Meng transferred from No. 156 Middle School and had average college entrance examination scores, he despised him and did not let him enter the sprint class. Therefore, he became a enemy of Lin Yue and eventually became a joke in Chunfeng Middle School. This shows that he is a A person who must retaliate. At the end of November last year, he made a sensation at the Municipal Youth Sports Championship. Beijing Sports did not invest in advance. He won a gold and two silver medals in December but there was still no movement. It was not until he was selected for the national team in March that he thought of recruiting talents, right? A little late?

The school leaders came to the school in person, and the standards were quite high, but you must know that Lin Yue scored 712 points in the final exam. As long as he performed normally in the college entrance examination, coupled with his sports expertise, superb playing skills and painting skills, the gates of famous schools around the world would be open to him. He has an open mind. There are thousands of good paths in the future. Why choose Bei Sports, a school with relatively narrow development prospects?

"It's easy to add icing on the cake, but it's difficult to provide help in times of need... I can only say that it is too realistic."

Huang Zhitao said something that the two school girls could not understand and left.



It was soon the last class of the afternoon. Huang Zhitao took the time to write down the key points summarized by the teacher in his notebook. He turned to look at Qiao Yingzi and Wang Yidi who were concentrating on their studies, pretended to be calm, got up and left.

After leaving the teaching building, I walked directly towards the office building at the back. After entering, I turned right. After walking a few steps, I heard the conversation between two people coming from the office on the left.

"Beijing Sports is so great. It's close to home, and the coursework is not heavy. It's super easy to get into sports bureaus, provincial and municipal training bases, etc. after graduation. Unlike other schools, you have to take exams to get into the system or education system. Hundreds of people compete for one. quota.”

As soon as he heard it, he knew that it was Fan Yong who was saying good things.

"The teacher told you before that he would guarantee your admission to Beiyu. Are you going to break his promise now? For this matter, the vice-principal of Beiyu has come, and you have met and talked with me. Do you want to tell me now? Interested, what do you want the teacher to say about you?"

The sound sounded louder because the door was not closed properly and there was a crack.

Huang Zhitao looked around, then tiptoed over, peeking through the crack in the door.

"Come, look at this."

Lin Yue sat with his back to the door, picked up the backpack placed aside, unzipped it, took out a stack of documents and handed it over.

Fan Yong's attention was focused on Lin Yue, and he didn't even know there was anyone outside the door.

He took the stack of documents and flipped through them.

"Zhongchuan University, Shanghai Theater Academy, Nortel, Sichuan University of Music, Central Academy of Fine Arts, Central Academy of Music, Qingmei University, Xiamen University, Mining University of China, Nanyi University, Nanjing University, Nankai University..."

Fan Yong looked at nearly 30 textual research documents in his hand, with an expression as if he had just swallowed a goose egg raw.

It has been more than a month since the beginning of the school year. What do so many literary examinations mean? On average, he has to take a school exam every 1-2 days.

"What is this? What do you think of the art exam? Do you collect stamps?"

He knew that the guy across from him was a monster, and an unconventional monster, but when he saw the thick stack of textual research papers in his hand, he still felt that he had underestimated Mr. Lin's ability to do things, dare to do things, and be good at doing things.

He didn't believe that Lin Yue didn't know how to bite off more than he could chew. After getting so many literary examinations, what would happen in the end? Don’t you have to choose a university to go to? Moreover, every university has its own specialty majors. For example, Qingmei University is the top design school in the country, the animation majors of China Central Academy of Engineering and Nortel are second to none in the country, the architectural design of Central Academy of Fine Arts and Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts are nationally renowned, and established brands such as China Theater and Shangxi Theater There are many celebrity alumni in the entertainment industry from strong film and television schools, and they might be able to help you in your future work, so what's the use of taking so many exams? It's important to find one that suits you.

Since Lin Yue knows this truth, it's a little bit...

"Yes, it's stamp collecting."

"Nonsense!"

Fan Yongyang stood up from his chair, pointed at Lin Yue and said, "What do you think of taking the college entrance examination? Is it a game?"

Ordinary students would be more or less restrained when faced with an angry teacher, even if they didn't take it seriously. However, when they came to him, they actually nodded seriously: "Life is like a play, and play is like life, it all depends on acting skills."

"Get out, get out."

Fan Yong felt that if he kept him for one more minute, he might be angry to death. He had been a physical education teacher at Chunfeng Middle School for six or seven years. He had seen a lot of prickly students, but none of them were as annoying as him. Crazy, you can't reason with him, but he can turn a serious matter into a human farce by just turning a corner, making you dumbfounded.

Lin Yue hooked his fingers: "Bring it here."

"What?"

"Literary examination certificate... mine."

Fan Yong was so heartbroken that he slapped the literary examination certificate into his hand: "If you don't bring me an Olympic champion back next year, I will..."

"What are you talking about? Look at this tone, you are my father?"

"You are my dad!"

This is true. From Fan Yong's point of view, he doesn't care about his biological father that much. What's the result? It lasted for a long time without even a sound.

"Then you call one, and I will get a medal if you call one."

"Get out, get out, get out!"

Fan Yong was on the verge of going berserk. If he hadn't known that he couldn't be beaten, he would have practiced corporal punishment.

Lin Yue put the literary examination certificate into his bag, turned around, waved his hand, and left.

Fan Yong was left alone there gnashing his teeth and panting like an ox.

Huang Zhitao saw him coming out and quickly turned around and walked out.

Yes, she came to see Lin Yue, but it was quite embarrassing to peek through the crack in the door. It would definitely be embarrassing to bump into him like this.

"Huang Zhitao, where are you running? It's you who chases me on WeChat every day asking when I'll be back, and you're the one who wants to avoid me now."

Huang Zhitao avoided him because she was panicking and did it subconsciously. When she heard questions coming from behind her, since the embarrassment was unavoidable, she took the risk, paused, and turned around.

(PS: I drank too much last night, so this is the chapter for today, sorry.)

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