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The president of Huailin University is Yao Kaiping. Three years ago, he returned to Huailin from the cowshed, resumed his professional title, and became the president.

This man was over fifty years old and a contemporary of Zhou Zhonghai. He was a humble and upright person.

Zhou Wenhui came to visit, carrying a bag of fruit, but the nanny didn't even open the door and chased him away.

After the college entrance examination ended, people came in droves trying to pull strings to get in. Yao Kaiping told the nanny that he would not see anyone who brought gifts.

The country resumed the college entrance examination to select outstanding talents. The first batch of students who were truly talented and learned had not yet entered the school, but those who came through back channels were already there. It was all absurd.

Zhou Wenhui had never used connections before, and his first attempt to offer a gift was met with a closed door.

What to do? For Qiaoqiao, for the children, for the family, he was willing to risk everything, and stood guard at Principal Yao's door in the freezing cold.

He had been guarding the gate from morning till afternoon, starving and shivering with cold. Just when he couldn't hold on any longer, the gate opened.

The nanny, her face dark, said, "Why aren't you leaving yet? If every college entrance exam candidate threatens the principal like you, how can the fairness of the college entrance exam be guaranteed?"

The nanny couldn't have used such sophisticated language; it was Principal Yao who taught her.

Zhou Wenhui mumbled, "Sister, could you please tell Principal Yao that my wife did get into university, but she wanted to go to Huailin University?"

"Since you've passed the exam, you should just wait for the acceptance letter at home. Why are you making things difficult for Principal Yao?"

"My family, my family has real difficulties. I have a young child who is only six months old. If I go to university in another city, I will have to be separated from my child. It would be such a pity if I didn't go to university," Zhou Wenhui said, almost pleading.

"Wait a moment, I'll go ask Principal Yao." The nanny showed some sympathy for Zhou Wenhui, and her tone softened considerably.

"Thank you, big sister, thank you, big sister."

After being frozen all day, Zhou Wenhui finally came inside, where Principal Yao sat in the living room with a dark expression.

"Hello, Principal Yao, my name is Zhou Wenhui, and my wife's name is Yang Qiao." Zhou Wenhui introduced himself humbly.

"The nanny said your wife got into university. What score did she get?" Principal Yao gestured for Zhou Wenhui to sit down.

"252 points, which is above the cutoff score for ordinary universities in other regions, but I'm still about ten points short of getting into Huailin University."

Zhou Wenhui also investigated the admission scores of various schools, and found that the admission score for Huailin University was around 260.

"Your wife is an amazing woman to have been able to continue her studies even after having a child and still get into university. However, with the college entrance examination just reinstated, we can't just open the door to admissions to anyone who has real difficulties. Wouldn't that create chaos?" Principal Yao said calmly.

"I heard that your school can lower the admission requirements for students who have made outstanding contributions. My wife, she... she co-authored a book with me."

"You wrote a book?" Principal Yao asked skeptically.

Zhou Wenhui hurriedly took out his book from his coat and handed it to Principal Yao with both hands: "I wrote this book, but my wife did the later revisions and copying. It's not an outstanding contribution, but it's still a contribution."

Zhou Wenhui blushed. He was resorting to opportunism, a last resort.

Principal Yao took the book, his face lighting up: "You're the author of 'The Silent Hero'? I've read that book; it's a true and moving story written by a disabled hero. You…"

Principal Yao looked at Zhou Wenhui's feet and said, "Aren't you able to move around freely?"

Zhou Wenhui hurriedly rolled up his trouser legs, revealing two steel prosthetic legs: "I wrote it. I've been fitted with prosthetics, so I don't need a wheelchair anymore."

Principal Yao stood up with deep respect and extended his right hand: "Comrade Zhou Wenhui, a hero of our time, my apologies, I've made you stand outside all day. Sister Fang, please make some tea, please make some tea."

After shaking hands, we became much closer.

"Are all the characters in this book your comrades-in-arms?"

Most novels are fictional, and Principal Yao is skeptical about the authenticity of the characters in them.

"Yes, they were all my comrades who ate and lived with me. After returning from the front, I lost both my legs and was once plunged into despair. It was my wife, Yang Qiao, who pulled me out of the mire. She said, instead of being depressed, let's write down their stories. We can't let the heroic deeds be drowned in the torrent of the times. We have an obligation to let more people know that the peace and prosperity of our country is protected by countless soldiers on the front lines."

From then on, I began writing this book, and my wife helped me revise, organize, and then copy it. Without her, this book would not exist.

Recalling those years, Zhou Wenhui sighed deeply.

"A wife should be virtuous, and she is a remarkable woman. What score would you give her?"

"252 points, 12 points above the undergraduate admission line, is still not enough to get into Huailin University. I'm shamelessly visiting President Yao today because I really don't want to miss this opportunity."

My son is six months old. If he can't attend university in this city, my wife and I will be separated for four years, missing the most crucial period of his development. To prepare for the university entrance exam, my wife started studying during her postpartum confinement period and gave it her all to achieve this score.

"Zhou Wenhui, our university's history department can lower the admission score. Would your wife be willing to study history?"

Zhou Wenhui was stunned for a moment. History was the least promising subject.

"Philosophy, Chinese Language and Literature, Accounting, and Trade are good majors, but the admission scores are relatively high, estimated to be around 280 or 290. The prospects for history majors are not bright, but becoming a history teacher after graduation is more than enough."

With your wife's score, she has a good chance of getting into Chinese Language and Literature in a remote area. After graduation, she can work in newspapers, news organizations, or leadership positions in the education sector. You two need to discuss this carefully. If she wants to come to the History Department of Huailin University, I can make the final decision on her admission after she passes the political review.

"Okay, okay, thank you so much, Principal Yao. I won't bother you any longer then; my wife and I will discuss it further. Please accept these fruits as a small token of our appreciation."

"Alright, then I won't insist. You probably haven't had lunch yet, have you? Could you give me this book?"

"Yes, yes, sorry to bother you, goodbye!"

"Okay, I'll wait for your news."

If you major in history, you're stuck in an education field for life, a field with no future.

If they don't stay in this city and go to another place, perhaps a remote area, and can't come back even once a year, then the son will truly be a child without a mother.

I'm torn between two options, I still need to go back and discuss it properly with Qiaoqiao.

What could you possibly discuss with Qiaoqiao? She was already jumping for joy when she heard she could stay in the city to attend university.

Getting into university was an accident, and becoming a teacher was an even bigger accident.

Qiaoqiao doesn't want to be an official or go abroad; she just wants a respectable job and a peaceful life with her husband and son.

Before the college entrance exam, she thought working in an ice pop factory would be a good job.

Qiaoqiao's mother didn't understand the importance of a profession either. When she heard that Qiaoqiao would be a teacher with a formal government position after graduation, she was overjoyed.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhou Wenhui decided to let Qiaoqiao attend university in the city. The child couldn't be separated from her mother, and he couldn't be separated from his wife either.