The handover went fairly smoothly.
Lu Xiuxiu hesitantly proposed that she want to meet with Teacher Yu. Li Jiangao saw the mother's worries, took the initiative to call Lao Yu, and asked Lao Yu to help Qiao Ze in front of Lu Xiuxiu. In the room, he simply took out his work permit and proof of participation in the meeting, took the initiative to show it to Lu Xiuxiu, left his mobile phone number for her, and added each other on WeChat.
Only then did the respectable mother finally feel at ease. After giving Qiao Ze a few more words, she left the hotel with satisfaction.
In fact, given the choice, she didn't want to be with Qiao Ze every day.
After all, she still has to make money to support her family, but who makes her life miserable? She had a short-lived husband and gave birth to such a child.
…
Li Jiangao asked Qiao Ze to stay in the room to read the paper, while he took Teacher Yu and sent Lu Xiuxiu to the door of the hotel. After watching the mother walk out of the hotel, Yu Chenggong asked in confusion: "Professor Li, this child What's going on? Is it worth keeping him here?"
"You should know, right? They came to you specifically, saying they were introduced by a high school teacher."
"Don't mention it. I have to give Lao Zhou some face. Last year, he helped me persuade several good prospects to apply for our school. But Lao Zhou also said that this child is mentally ill, and the illness is not serious. He was also affected by that My mother couldn't do anything about it, so she came to me and asked me to think about it. I planned to deal with it and let them go back, but I was chatting late with my friends yesterday and forgot about it. They didn't give me anything when they came. A phone call..."
"Yes, I only stayed because he was sick. Otherwise, they wouldn't have come to us at all. You may not believe it. I don't know much about other aspects of this child, but his mathematical attainments may be higher than mine. Of course. Or maybe it’s a mathematical intuition.”
"Talent...wait, what did you say? Accomplishment? Not talent?"
"Yes, that's what he achieved! At least that's how he understands group theory." Li Jiangao nodded affirmatively. He didn't mind praising Qiao Ze in front of Yu Chenggong. After all, the other party is an admissions teacher and can help.
Yu Chenggong swallowed his saliva. As an admissions teacher, he certainly understood what it meant for a student to have higher attainments in mathematics than an associate professor in a one-digit college. This is such a treasure...
"Lao Zhou is not kind. He said on the phone that this kid is pretty good at math and physics."
Li Jiangao thought about the child's performance and could probably understand Qiao Ze's psychological activities.
Maybe they think their teacher Zhou is also a fool and doesn't even bother to show off his talents in front of these fools, right?
But then again, in an environment like high school, no one can follow the thinking of such a child.
Then he shook his head and explained: "It's probably not because he's unkind, this kid... forget it, just go up and have a few words with him and you'll understand."
…
In fact, even if Li Jiangao didn't say so, Yu Chenggong still planned to go up and see how awesome a kid who was better than the school's associate professor in mathematics was.
Although he has been an admissions teacher for more than ten years and has traveled all over the country and has seen many gifted children, this is the first time he has seen a student with such a strong reserve of mathematics knowledge in high school. Even those World Olympiad gold medalists are unlikely to receive such evaluation from a genuine professor from 985 University.
So five minutes later, Yu Chenggong saw it.
"Hello, Qiao Ze, right? You should also know me, I am the teacher Yu you were originally looking for."
Qiao Ze sat there quietly, no longer reading the paper, his eyes looking straight ahead, seemingly shining with light, but ignoring the enthusiastic admissions teacher in front of him.
Embarrassed...
"Ahem..."
Li Jiangao coughed twice and said: "Um...Qiao Ze, if you really want to communicate with many smart people who you have the desire to communicate with in the future, you must first learn how to communicate with someone like Teacher Yu who may not seem to you to have a high IQ. , but actually dealing with people who are better than you in many aspects.”
This sentence was very euphemistic, but Yu Chenggong, who had been in the world for more than ten years, still blushed subconsciously.
Damn IQ killing.
What made Yu Chenggong almost vomit blood was that the child actually reacted and asked innocently: "Why?"
Does this mean he is really stupid?
"For example, there are often academic conferences in the world, which bring together the smartest people in the world to exchange ideas that can change the world. But if you want to participate, you need someone like Teacher Yu to help you Arrange a series of things, such as helping you arrange your itinerary according to your time, communicating with the organizing committee about your speech, booking flights, hotels, and other trivial things, right?"
Qiao Ze asked, "Can't Lu Xiuxiu do this?"
Li Jiangao was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Lu Xiuxiu was the child's mother, and patiently explained like a father: "But your mother is not from this circle. Does she have the channels to know this information? Does she know even a group?" Are you a member of the committee? Can you communicate with foreign staff in different languages without any barriers?"
Qiao Ze thought for a moment, seemed to agree with Li Jiangao's words, then turned slightly to look at Yu Chenggong, who was embarrassed, and said simply: "Hello, so you understand what Teacher Li just said, right? "
Yu Chenggong wanted to vomit blood.
But Li Jiangao showed a satisfied smile.
Look, this kid can still talk sense! It's not like his mother said.
Li Jiangao would never have imagined that this was just because Qiao Ze classified him as a fool who could barely communicate, so he was still willing to say a few words to him. If he knew it, he probably wouldn't be proud of it.
In Qiao Ze's extremely simple thinking mode of interpersonal communication, Li Jiangao was indeed the first person he met in his just beginning life who could barely carry out some ineffective communication. Just as Li Jiangao conceived, Qiao Ze actually also has the desire to communicate. He just doesn't want to talk too much nonsense to those who he thinks are complete idiots.
Moreover, neither of them realized the lack of father's love at this time, which made Qiao Ze's growth trajectory incomplete. The appearance of Li Jiangao seems to have begun to make up for the shortcomings of some teenagers. Let the young man subconsciously be willing to listen to a few more sentences.
Of course, there are only two sentences for the time being, and there can be no more.
"Haha, Lao Yu, don't be humble now. These are your specialties." Seeing that everything was developing for the better, Li Jiangao winked at Yu Chenggong.
What to do?
The smooth admissions teacher decided to swallow the blood in his throat, forced a smile, and said, "Yes, we specialize in dealing with people, and we do know a little bit about these things."
Qiao Ze nodded, and then said matter-of-factly: "Okay, I'm going to communicate with normal people in the future, so you can help me deal with these things."
Then Qiao Ze glanced at Li Jiangao, who had a complicated expression, and seemed to feel something was wrong. After a moment of silence, he rarely held back a sentence: "By the way, thank you."
