A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 10 Let Him Come
Rongcheng No. 2 Middle School, Teachers' Office, third floor.

In a separate office, An Chengzhang looked at the perfect test paper in front of him, feeling surprised and uncertain.

After the last in-class test, he made up another set of questions. This time, all the questions were made by him, brand new questions, so the possibility of Chen Hui cheating could be ruled out.

Could it be that he really had an epiphany and gained a knack for mathematics?

Looking at the logically clear problem-solving process on the test paper again, An Chengzhang suddenly had a bold idea.

He opened the drawer and took out the scholarship application form.

"It's time to give him an answer."

An Chengzhang muttered to himself, took out his cell phone and opened the address book.

As the class teacher, he certainly knew the scholarship selection process, and there was not much difference between applying in advance and applying now.

On the contrary, suppressing it will reduce the variables.

But Chen Hui is really patient. He didn't come to ask for such a long time.

And I didn't let the scholarship affect my mentality. I studied as usual without slacking off at all.

"It's a good seedling!"

I clicked on Principal Zhao’s name, and the phone dialed with a beep.

"Old An, there's no such thing as a visit without a reason. If you take the initiative to call me, I'm afraid it's not a good thing."

Soon, the call was connected and a vicissitudes of life voice came from the microphone.

"Old Zhao, please don't say such harsh words."

An Chengzhang chuckled and said without beating around the bush, "I want a first-class scholarship."

"First-class scholarship?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before a cold laugh came from the other end. "You really are asking for too much."

"I know the list will be announced tomorrow, so please approve it for me quickly."

An Chengzhang was very rude, and those who didn't know him might even think he was the principal.

However, facing An Chengzhang's impolite tone, the other party did not get angry. Instead, he said in a gentle tone, "Old An, it's not that I don't want to approve you. You know, there are only a few first-class scholarships available, and there are clear rules for who gets them and who doesn't."

"A first-class scholarship is no better than a second-class scholarship. This needs to be reported to the Education Bureau."

Zhao Defeng was also in a dilemma. Although An Chengzhang was just an ordinary math teacher, he graduated from Yanbei University, had an unfathomable network of contacts, and had a good relationship with him, so it was really difficult to offend him.

"It's okay. You approve it first. Then I'll call Director Wang."

An Chengzhang said without hesitation.

Zhao Defeng was silent. An Chengzhang's work at the school was arranged by Director Wang.

"How about this, we both take a step back and I'll grant you a second-class scholarship. It's only two thousand yuan short, so there's no need to alarm Director Wang."

He didn't know whether An Chengzhang could convince Director Wang, but if this matter really went to the Education Bureau, it would be difficult for the school no matter what the result was.

The amount of the first-class scholarship is not important, but what it represents is very important. There are only a few places available, and many people are eyeing them.

If a conspicuous name appears, how will the school explain it to everyone?
He could probably guess who An Chengzhang applied for the scholarship for.

An Chengzhang was the only good student in his class. He ranked 47th in the grade at the end of last semester and was able to get a third-class scholarship, so it was reasonable for him to be promoted to second place.

Scholarships are not solely based on academic rankings, but also serve to reward academic progress.

"Second class? Old Zhao, who are you looking down on?"

An Chengzhang curled his lips.

"I say, Lao An, don't push your luck."

Zhao Defeng interrupted An Chengzhang, "You know what first prize means. You value your students, but you also have to consider the school's reputation." An Chengzhang was silent for a moment, then said reluctantly, "Okay, that's what you said. Second prize is second prize. I've sent you the application form via WeChat. I hope it's approved soon."

Zhao Defeng couldn't see that An Chengzhang had a smug smile on his face.

Of course, he couldn't call Director Wang for such a small matter, nor did he think about the first-class scholarship.

Originally, he just wanted to apply for a third-class scholarship for Chen Hui, but he didn't expect that he would get a second-class scholarship in the end. It was a pleasant surprise.

"Chen Hui?"

Soon, Zhao Defeng's high-pitched voice came from the other end of the microphone. One can imagine his expression when he saw the application form.

"Old An, I understand your good intentions, but isn't it too much to let Chen Hui get a second-class scholarship?"

Zhao Defeng knew the student Chen Hui. After all, it was rare to find such a poor student these days.

I've even heard some rumors about him, and when I was bored, I even checked Chen Hui's academic ranking.

But scholarships are based on academic performance after all. Even if you study hard, you will definitely get a financial aid. But what does a scholarship have to do with a student ranked 387th?

"Didn't you look at the two test papers I gave you?"

An Chengzhang said in an unhappy tone, "He is talented in mathematics!"

"talent?"

Zhao Defeng chuckled.

Of course he read the two sets of test papers that An Chengzhang gave him, but how could this little guy who only scored over 80 points in math last semester suddenly become a math genius?
Anyway, Zhao Defeng didn't believe it.

"I plan to let him join the digital competition team."

An Chengzhang didn't explain much. The math team's results were the most powerful evidence. "I don't expect to get first place in the province. If I can't get second place, I'll pay the 8,000 yuan myself!"

He was really determined, and he had some doubts about the big change in his math grades.

But he believed in his own eyes and his own judgment.

The history of mathematics is not without examples of sudden enlightenment and rapid progress.

He believed that Chen Hui would not cheat, and he believed that Chen Hui really had suddenly come to his senses.

Zhao Defeng was really surprised, "You are really confident."

But he still shook his head, "Don't even mention second place in the province. If he can get third place, I'll apply for a special scholarship for him!"

The special scholarship is to reward special talents. Ordinary high schools like Rongcheng No. 2 Middle School do not have permanent special scholarship quotas.

"A word is settled!"

An Chengzhang took this gamble.

"Speaking of the Math Competition Team, you should really focus on it lately. The school competition results in recent years haven't been very satisfactory."

Zhao Defeng didn't care whether Chen Hui won the provincial first place or not. Instead, he talked about the math team. "You know that old Zhang from Class 3? He recently applied to the school to replace you as the coach of the math team. He also signed a military order to get at least one provincial first place in the preliminaries this year."

"Leaders are considering this matter recently."

An Chengzhang was silent for a moment, "Then let Lao Zhang come."

"His daughter is sick and needs money."

The coach of the mathematics competition team receives additional subsidies. If a student wins an award, the coach will also receive an additional reward. This is indeed an opportunity for Lao Zhang, who is in urgent need of money.

"I have something else to do. I'll hang up now."

Zhao Defeng didn't say anything more. He had already reminded An Chengzhang that it was up to him to make his own choice.

(End of this chapter)