PDLP Chapter 82 Competition Training Class
Chapter 82 Competition Training Class
Jiang Songchu chuckled softly and turned her head to reply, "Actually, it's not that difficult. If you're interested, feel free to come and discuss it with me anytime, and I'll teach you."
"But in exchange, you have to teach me English T_T."
Upon hearing this, Ning An nodded repeatedly, her eyes immediately shining like stars, secretly thinking: Chu Chu is indeed the best!!!
However, what Jiang Songchu didn't know was that during the process of grading the math test, Yao the devil—that is, the math teacher, Teacher Yao—gave her extremely high praise for her performance.
When he saw that Jiang Songchu's test paper clearly showed a perfect score, he couldn't help but admire her inwardly.
What surprised him even more was that he recalled that Jiang Songchu did not use scratch paper in the examination room and did all the calculations in his mind.
I was very angry at the time, thinking that Jiang Songchu did not take mathematics or studying seriously.
Looking at the perfect answer sheet, Teacher Yao had to admit that she had misjudged the student, but then she was filled with immense excitement.
He carefully examined Jiang Songchu's exam paper, especially the big question, in which Jiang Songchu had used two completely different methods to answer, both of which were more concise and clear than the standard answer.
Teacher Yao was overjoyed. He immediately discussed it with the Dean of Students, and they quickly reached an agreement to organize the first-year high school students to participate in the school's math Olympiad training class ahead of schedule.
He believes that Jiang Songchu, as a first-year high school student, might be able to enter the provincial competition of the upcoming national mathematics competition next semester.
With a little more effort, they might even make it into the training team and compete in national and international competitions.
After the class monitor finished reading the list, Teacher Liang walked up to the podium with a document in her hand, her face beaming with barely concealed excitement.
She cleared her throat and announced some exciting news to the students: "Students, the school allows first-year high school students to participate in national competition training classes in advance, covering five subjects: mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, and informatics."
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you pass the competition, you will have the chance to gain the favor of prestigious universities in advance. As your homeroom teacher, I suggest that all capable students sign up to participate!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the classroom erupted in excitement. The students whispered among themselves, discussing the sudden news with barely concealed excitement.
Jiang Songchu couldn't help but turn her head slightly and exchange a look of excitement and anticipation with Qin Weiwei.
However, at that moment, Teacher Liang suddenly called out, "Jiang Songchu, come to my office with me." Jiang Songchu was taken aback for a moment, then stood up and followed Teacher Liang out of the classroom.
Walking down the corridor, Jiang Songchu felt a little uneasy, wondering what her teacher wanted to talk to her about.
After all, no matter the era, when a teacher talks to a student, it always makes the student feel a little nervous and uneasy.
Inside the office, Dean of Students Kong and Teacher Yao were already sitting there, ready to face the challenge. As soon as Jiang Songchu entered, their eyes were fixed on him like searchlights.
Teacher Liang spoke first, her tone full of expectation and encouragement.
"Jiang Songchu, the school has decided to let you participate in the training course for the math competition."
“You did very well in math on the midterm exam, and participating in the competition is a great opportunity for you.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Songchu's eyes flashed with doubt, her surprise evident: "Me...?"
She never expected the school to value her so much.
Seeing this, the head of student affairs interrupted her, saying, "Jiang, the competition selection will begin at the start of next semester."
“City competition, provincial competition, national competition, international competition, every step is crucial.”
"We believe you have the ability, and we hope you can bring honor to the school."
At that very moment, the system's familiar voice suddenly echoed in Jiang Songchu's mind.
"Host mission issued: Participate in a mathematics competition, win glory for the country, and the final ranking will determine the richness of the reward."
The sound startled her slightly.
She never expected that participating in a math competition would trigger the system's task mechanism.
"Jiang Songchu, you seem a little distracted. Is there something on your mind?"
Teacher Liang keenly noticed her momentary lapse in concentration, and her eyes revealed concern and inquiry.
Jiang Songchu quickly composed herself, gently shook her head, and smiled, "Teacher Liang, I'm fine, and I'm very willing to participate in this competition."
Her answer was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Upon hearing this, Teacher Yao and the Dean of Students exchanged a knowing smile, as if they had anticipated Jiang Songchu's quick agreement.
Teacher Yao patted her on the shoulder, her warm hand conveying boundless strength and encouragement: "Very good, Jiang Songchu. Go back and prepare well. Remember to come to the training camp on time. I believe you can do it."
On her way out of the office, the system's voice sounded in her mind again, tinged with the same confusion: "Chu Chu, I'm also puzzled by this mission. It does seem a bit strange. But don't worry, I'll go to the main system to find out and give you an explanation." Jiang Songchu didn't really care, she was just slightly puzzled.
For her, mathematics is no longer just about completing tasks. Now, every problem she solves is like a wonderful journey of exploring the unknown universe, which she enjoys immensely.
Back in the classroom, the students were busy with their own things. Some were engrossed in discussing their exam results, some were studying hard, and others were registering for the training course with the class monitor.
Jiang Songchu took out the test paper that had just been handed out and began to carefully review the wrong questions, not letting go of any detail. Her eyes were focused and firm, because she knew that every wrong question was a stepping stone on her way forward.
She now thoroughly enjoys this fulfilling yet simple life, with each day filled with new expectations and challenges.
However, the next morning, as everyone entered the classroom one after another, ready to welcome the new day's morning self-study, a shocking scene instantly plunged everyone's mood to rock bottom.
Jiang Songchu and her roommate walked into the classroom, only to be greeted by a chorus of exclamations from everyone.
The once neat and orderly study notes area in the back row was now a mess, as if it had been through a storm.
The paper was roughly torn into pieces, scattered on the ground like fallen leaves; the ink bottle was maliciously overturned, the black liquid flowing freely, forming a bizarre and distorted "painting".
The entire scene seemed to express the anger and dissatisfaction of the vandals, and the image was chilling.
What shocked Jiang Songchu even more was that among those scraps of paper, there were some seemingly carelessly discarded but malicious handwriting.
Jiang Songchu is an idiot!
"That's all bullshit!"
"What's so great about a bitch!"