A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 29 Provincial Competition
Administration Building, third floor, Vice President's Office.

"Old Zhao, have you heard? Tiewu Middle School has a young genius this year. He participated in a competition in his third year of junior high and won a good place. He's in his first year of high school this year and he's aiming for the national competition!"

A middle-aged man with a bald head sat across from Zhao Defeng's desk and sighed, "The way of heaven is to take from the surplus and give to the deficient. The way of man is to take from the deficient and give to the surplus. Teaching is becoming increasingly difficult. All the best students have gone to the top few schools. The strong will only get stronger, while the weak will slowly starve to death. Even if we work our butts off teaching, what results can we expect?"

"It's difficult, it's difficult..."

Zhao Defeng finished processing the last document, signed his name, capped his pen, closed the folder, looked up at the bald middle-aged man in front of him, and said unhappily, "If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, just fart. I'm busy."

The bald middle-aged man chuckled and didn't take it as annoyance. "Didn't I hear that our No. 2 Middle School has also produced a talented young man, who is said to have a chance to enter the national finals?"

"You're the vice-president in charge of teaching? You're asking me, a finance guy?"

Zhao Defeng didn't respond. "Asking An Chengzhang about whether you can enter the national championship."

"You were there, weren't you? You used to teach math, so you must be able to tell if that guy is good enough for the competition. Given our relationship, give me some information."

The bald middle-aged man licked his cheeks and laughed, "You don't look like a vice-principal at all."

"Should be better than Tan Junjie."

Zhao Defeng was a little annoyed by being pestered and told the truth.

"That's enough!"

The bald middle-aged man stood up excitedly and said, "This is a good seedling, we must cultivate it well!"

"Even though we can't beat that kid from Tiewu Middle School, if our No. 2 Middle School can make it to the national finals in the math competition, and even get a bronze medal, I wonder how the principals of Tiewu, Liren, and Mochi will hold their heads high when they see me."

Zhao Defeng looked at his friend of more than 20 years with disdain, "He wins several gold medals every year, and you're so proud of yourself for just a Void Bronze Medal."

"How can they be the same? What kind of students do Tiewu and Liren Middle School recruit? And what kind of students do our No. 2 Middle School recruit?"

The bald middle-aged man's voice became excited. "If we win the bronze medal, it means we beat those who rode motorcycles on bicycles. At best, they drove cars. What's so great about that? If we had cars, we would be flying in the sky!"

"By then, if we promote it, maybe next year our school will be able to find a few more good seedlings. Then we can use our fists to knock down the iron house and our feet to kick the standing man..."

"Alright, alright, you should train yourself well. Why are you looking for me?"

Zhao Defeng waved his hand to send the guest away. He could not accept the unreliable appearance of an old man in his forties. It was simply unbearable to look at him.

"I'm here to discuss with you how to train you."

The bald middle-aged man suppressed his excitement and frivolity and chuckled again, "A good teacher produces a good student. Since the school has produced such a promising student, we naturally need to invest corresponding resources. I would like to recommend someone to you. He is quite knowledgeable about math competitions and may be able to turn a bronze medal into a silver one."

Zhao Defeng suddenly showed a hint of sneer on his face. After all this time, they were waiting for him here. "Okay, there is no need to say the rest. When the time comes, the silver medal will become a gold medal, and the gold medal will become a national medal."

He is in charge of the school's finances and personnel, so any changes in the math team coach naturally require his approval.

He also knew who the person in front of him was talking about.

"I'm not saying Lao An's teaching is bad, but every stick has its own strengths and weaknesses. Three cobblers make a Zhuge Liang. Lao Zhang is very knowledgeable about math competition, and he had his own reasons for what happened that day. As leaders, we should help our comrades when they are in trouble."

"There's no need to fire Lao An as coach. Just add another coach."

Gan Yunqiang ignored Zhao Defeng's words of sending him away and said sincerely, "He signed a military order with me, saying that if he can't get into the National Conference, he will resign." "He does have confidence in that kid."

Zhao Defeng snorted coldly. He knew that it must be Teacher Zhang who took the initiative to find Gan Yunqiang. He shook his head. He also knew Teacher Zhang's situation. After so many years of working together, he finally softened his heart. "I have no objection here, but he offended that child. How to deal with it, you can coordinate it among yourselves."

"Leave it to me, it's all for the school!"

Gan Yunqiang was delighted, "You will definitely have a share of the credit on the medal!"

"Let's talk about it after we enter the national assembly."

Zhao Defeng snorted lightly, not holding out much hope for the so-called medal.

Gan Yunqiang also shook his head and said seriously, "It's possible to win a gold medal, but I can't count on it for the national championship."

Last year, 218 people won the CMO gold medal, but only the top 60 could enter the national group, and finally only 6 could represent China in the IMO (International Mathematical Olympiad). These are not the talents that a school like their No. 2 Middle School can cultivate.

But the gold medal is enough, this is already the level that can be directly admitted to Tsinghua University and Yanbei University!
Thinking about it, Gan Yunqiang was a little excited, and completely forgot that he had no idea whether he could enter the national finals.

……

At eight o'clock in the morning on Wednesday, April 3, a bus stopped at the gate of No. 4 Middle School. Chen Hui walked out of the school carrying a washed-out canvas bag, greeted the security guard at the gate, and got on the bus directly.

Zhang Weimin sat in the security booth, watching the young man get on the bus, and felt inexplicably relaxed.

He has been a security guard at No. 2 Middle School for more than ten years and has seen many students, but this is the first time he has seen someone like Chen Hui, who has been coming to school as soon as the school gate opens every day for more than half a year and who can be expected to be so diligent in the future.

He knew that the bus was here to pick up his classmates to take part in a competition exam. He didn't know what a math competition meant, but he knew that only students with good academic performance could participate in the competition.

I saw this kid also went there. I don’t know why, but he seemed quite happy.

On campus, many students who were playing sighed as they watched the bus go away and recalled the boy who had just boarded the bus.

They had heard a lot about Chen Hui's deeds, and even made fun of them.

I never thought that one day Chen Hui would be able to represent the school in a mathematics competition.

"Do you think he can win the award this time?"

Someone asked, he didn't say the name, but the classmates all knew who he was talking about.

"It should work!"

Someone said, "I heard that even Tan Junjie is no match for him."

Some people shook their heads, "Not necessarily. How long has he been on the team?"

"It's useless to know how to solve one problem. Math competitions don't just test one problem. I heard from students on our competition team that the competition questions are very different from the ones we do. They require a lot of problem-solving skills. I'm afraid he won't be able to learn them all in such a short time."

“But next year, that may not be the case!”

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent, with envy in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)