my scientific age

Chapter 25 Central Aviation School
Seeing this, Luo Wenguang nodded, and stepped onto the podium under the watchful eyes of all the students, his face softened, and a kind smile appeared, no longer serious: "When you return home this time, what can you and other students gain? Li Sheng, you It's the squad leader, talk about it."

"Mr. Zhi, the students returned home and enjoyed the family reunion. They have learned a lot of key knowledge of arithmetic subjects, and are confident to be admitted to National Peking University." He got up, raised his hands in a bow.

The monitor Li Fan's grades ranked third in the class. He scored [-] points in the last semester's final seven subjects, which just passed the admission line of National Peking University. As long as he works hard this semester, and improves his math and chemistry, he will take the test at that time. Six hundred and twenty-three are quite promising.

If the score exceeds 620, you will be able to enter National Peking University steadily.

Hearing that the monitor was preparing to be admitted to the National Peking University, the students sitting in the first row had a natural expression, but it was nothing, and they seemed calm.

Some of the classmates sitting in the back row showed envious eyes, and some secretly smacked their tongues. For them, they dared not even think about it.

Don't think that there are no scumbags in Beijing No. [-] High School. Compared with the top students in the class, the students with the lowest grades can all be called 'scumbags'.

Although these scumbags were transferred to other city-level middle schools, they could instantly become academic masters, but there was still no change in essence, and they were at the bottom of the contempt chain of the first class of science.

"Yes, Li Sheng has the ambition of Honghu. Sir, I wish you the title of the Golden List and show your Lingyun ambition."

Hearing this, Luo Wenguang nodded and smiled, and sent his congratulations to the monitor Li Fan. He lowered his hands to signal to sit down, and turned his eyes to Zhao Anyuan, who was the first in the first class of Science, with expectations in his eyes: "Zhao Sheng, I heard the monitor. The harvest, sir, would like to know what your harvest is."

The squad leader, Li Fan, was not arrogant, he sat down earnestly, his eyes subconsciously glanced to the left, and there was a person sitting there silently.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to the leftmost position in the first row.

On the far left of the first row, only the students with the highest grades can take their seats, and this position has been occupied by one person for two years, and no one can shake his position.

Everyone's attention was concentrated on Zhao Anyuan, who was ranked first.

Zhao Anyuan, the top student in Peiping No. [-] Middle School, ranked first in the school in math and second in final grades, second only to Lin Wan. Zhao Anyuan didn't want to be the monitor of the first class of Science.

"Zhao Anyuan... They are a group of serious geniuses." Yu Hua looked at Zhao Anyuan, who was the focus of the crowd, and sighed in his heart. Compared with people, it is really too far away.

People have real materials, top talents and talents, and they can be called the arrogance of the times.

Looking at Zhao Anyuan who had stood up and bowed, Yu Hua showed a firm look in his eyes. He had to work hard and continue to work hard.

Zhao Anyuan did not show arrogance on his face, and competed with the class leader Li Fan, but his expression was serious: "Mr. Hui, the students saw many victims of disasters in Sichuan when they returned home. They took a hundred of their own savings and arranged for the housekeeper to buy food and provide food for them. Congee, relief of disaster victims, Nai, the strength of the students is really meager, only 210 six victims were rescued."

There is a sense of remorse in the words.

As soon as the voice came out, the whole place was silent.

Everyone's faces showed incredible expressions, and the squad leader Li Fan was even more stunned.

210 six. —— When Yu Hua heard the other party's answer, he froze in place suddenly, a little unbelievable, and looked at Zhao Anyuan carefully, there was no ostentation or hypocrisy on the other party's face, only genuine sincerity.

This,
This,
This,
Are we really the same age?
The pattern is huge, beyond imagination.

He saved the Xu Rui brothers and sisters, or because they were both Sichuan Jiangyou, what about Zhao Anyuan?
In my memory, Zhao Anyuan is a Shanghai native with a wealthy family. He is not related to these refugees.

The gap between these is too large.

Most importantly, Yu Hua could feel that Zhao Anyuan, a son of a wealthy family, did not discriminate or hypocrisy in the slightest, and acted like a man, frank and sincere.

After some words, even Yu Hua couldn't have any doubts in his heart.

"Sir, I never thought that you, Mr. Zhao, would do such a thing. If you do what you can, it is a shocking move that you can save 210 and six victims."

Hearing Zhao Anyuan's words, Mr. Luo Wenguang, who was expectant, was stunned. The words of the six victims of 210 reverberated in his mind. After two seconds, he couldn't help but praise: "Sheng Zhao, please speak carefully. Come for the porridge."

Relief the victims!

Luo Wenguang never thought that Zhao Ansheng's remarks about returning home this time were not to enjoy family happiness, but to help the victims.

Rescued 210 six people, which is a shocking move for high school students.

"Mr. Hui, I would like to tell all my classmates that on La 29, An Yuan lived in Jinyu Hutong, Dongcheng. It was snowing heavily, and I was shopping for New Year's goods with the housekeeper when I returned home. I met two victims lying on the side of the road. I was puzzled. How could there be refugees during New Year's Day , An Yuan asked the steward to treat two victims of the disaster, and after questioning, he learned that the other party was from Sichuan. This year, there was a severe drought, and he fled famine and came to Beiping.

When Zhao Anyuan heard this, he greeted Mr. Ren Luo Wenguang and his classmates around him, and said earnestly:

"An Yuan couldn't bear to see this situation. Sichuan is our province in China, and we are fellow Chinese. When our compatriots are in trouble, we should support them. The students took 28 yuan of their savings in the past, and asked the housekeeper to buy 220 catties of rice and 216 jin of sweet potatoes. [-] catties, [-] catties of rice, [-] catties of sweet potatoes, let the two victims go back to contact their companions, set up a shed for porridge, and consume [-] catties of food per day. There are [-] victims on the roster. There is only [-]% of the food left, fortunately, the government personnel came to take over the porridge and preside over the relief of the victims yesterday, so An Yuan put it down."

At the end, the tone was heavy.

Although the roster handwritten by Zhao Anyuan has 216 people, he understands that according to the description of the victims, it is unknown how many compatriots died of starvation in this Sichuan famine.

silence.

Dead silence.

In the classroom of the first class of Science, after listening to what Zhao Anyuan said, all the students remained silent. They couldn't help recalling what they had done when they returned home this winter vacation.

Zhao Anyuan alone compared the entire class.

No one can compare.

"Dashan, Dashan! An Yuan, you've done enough, sir, I'm happy for you, you are worthy of the name of a fourth middle school student."

After listening to Zhao Anyuan's description of the details of the porridge making, Mr. Renguang Luo sighed, looking at Zhao Anyuan with caring eyes, no longer addressing Zhao Sheng: "Anyuan, which school do you want to get into?"

"Mr. Hui, An Yuan is not talented. He wants to apply for the Central Aviation School. He is committed to the blue sky and is willing to serve the country with aviation. The reason why the Japanese invaders are strong is because we do not have a strong air force. An Yuan wants to be the best pilot." Zhao Anyuan With a solemn face, he bluntly revealed his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)