C position study, God chooses the way

Only a handful of people present could understand why Tu Xiuling said "I'm sorry" to Ke Han.

Because she herself got the news that "Ke function is not good at learning", so she made a target.

Even if it was the temptation Shao Qingchen entrusted to her, Tu Xiuling didn't want to lose.

Mu Heng stood at the exit on the top floor dedicated to cleaning the glass, and the cold wind from the high altitude made his brain abnormally clear.

He hung the cold lock on the handle next to it, facing the wind, glowing with the coldness of metal.

He held the mobile phone of the final of "The Strongest Scholar" that was still being played step by step in his hand, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

There is no music, and the faint sound of wind and noisy noise can be heard in the ear.

The elevated and regular buildings lingering in front of you are brightly lit, and dizzying carriages and horses are everywhere.

Even the wind is full of unattainable material desire.

Very good, Ke Han is very good.

Mu Heng opened his eyes and looked straight up at the red night sky above his head, as if he felt its cuteness for the first time in his life.

Eyebrows are like stars, as bright as the Milky Way.

After running for a while, he shook off the security guards. After thinking about it, he had nowhere to go, so he simply ran to the top.

Let's see for a while.

……

Ke Han used an extremely beautiful battle to let everyone understand a truth.

That is his math is really good, not boasting.

Can come up with a second proof method when the answer to a difficult problem is known.

This is really rare.

Because the absolute test-oriented education has always given everyone the hint that "it is a good cat if it can catch mice", and it will not encourage everyone to understand what kind of cat this cat is.

Chu Baiyue's expression was a little too calm watching all this.

Zhu Mingcheng glanced at her, and it was easy to spot the strangeness.

But he couldn't talk to Chu Baiyue, because the glass cover cut off the possibility of whispering among the contestants, and only the sound from the center of the stage would be transmitted to the contestants by the radio equipment.

Ke Han was sent among them again.

Most of the contestants couldn't help staring at Ke Han a few times. They didn't expect that the unknown Anhe No. [-] Middle School would also be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

After all, Ke Han's behavior of completely suppressing Tu Xiuling was too prominent.

It's hard for everyone not to think of the trending searches he was exposed before, and it's hard not to wonder why Ke Han is the last one in the [-]th school?

The three contestants representing the Jiangnan group stood together, and the most inconspicuous one was probably Zhu Mingcheng.

But he is thick-skinned enough, no matter what others think of him, he will not be embarrassed.

Zhu Mingcheng's thick skin has already been fully demonstrated in the UN simulation selection, otherwise he would not be able to step on many big boats and win the comprehensive competition like an old dog under the circumstances of such a wonderful dragon ball this year. The first place in the evaluation will successfully advance to the World UN Simulation Summit in March next year.

However, not everyone knows about the UN mock trials.

The students who can participate in this competition have already reached a certain level, but they are still stepping on their alma mater and family background... Sometimes the starting point between people is really different.

Efforts may be able to shorten this distance, but not everyone will get enough time.

When Zhu Mingcheng heard that the host said that someone wanted to challenge him, his expression was a little stunned.

Are you serious?

I'm so low-key.

What are you looking for me for?

He then found that his score was around 270. Among the players in that score range, his name looked the most inconspicuous and the most like a soft persimmon.

Oh, I see, no wonder you pick on me.

Zhu Mingcheng straightened the collar of his fake school uniform.

His glass dome lowered and appeared in the center of the stage.

Facing the stranger who seemed to have a high hairline, Zhu Mingcheng showed a meaningful smile.

Straight A student:"……"

It just doesn't feel right.

The host smiled and said, "What do the two contestants want to choose as the competition event?"

Xueba knows about Zhu Mingcheng.

However, his knowledge is only in the "Strongest Scholar".

Of the three students represented by the Jiangnan group, two of them are from the same school, which in itself is not in compliance with the rules.

Chu Baiyue is considered a "celebrity".

Then the only possibility left is that Zhu Mingcheng was forced in.

His level should not be as strong as the other two students. After all, the three words "Zhu Mingcheng" seem to have never appeared in large-scale national student competitions. They are unknown and represent weakness and safety.

And according to the short board theorem, the short board shown by several students in the Jiangnan group is obviously the content of liberal arts.

The strange Xueba clenched his fists, deeply feeling that success or failure depends on this fight.

Zhu Mingcheng didn't rush to answer, he was waiting for the friend who challenged him to give him his choice.

As a result, he heard the other party say: "I choose history."

Zhu Mingcheng thought he had heard wrong.

Staring at the other person's face, he repeated earnestly: "History?"

After a pause, he added a rhetorical question: "Are you sure?"

The strange Xueba had a winning smile at the corner of his mouth, and said slyly: "Of course, I'm sure."

Chu Baiyue on the high platform instantly showed an extremely subtle smile when she heard the words.

Some people have to die.

Then no wonder their classmate Xiao Ming.

Zhu Mingcheng did not give up: "I will give you another chance to choose again, friend, do you really think about it again?"

However, the more Zhu Mingcheng disapproved, the more certain the strange Xueba was in his opinion. He felt that this "Xueba" from Jiangnan Tiange No. [-] Middle School might really be just trying to make up the numbers.

"Don't think about it, let's start."

"Ugh……"

Zhu Mingcheng sighed.

Chu Baiyue also sighed.

After answering the first question at the beginning of the battle, Zhu Mingcheng caught the stranger by surprise.

"Please retell the 5000-year history of the dynasty—"

Zhu Mingcheng just recited without saying a word: "Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han and Three Kingdoms..."

Moderator: "—watch."

Zhu Mingcheng: "...Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing emperors Xiu."

Never more than 20 seconds before and after.

The first question was easy, but Zhu Mingcheng's operation was difficult because he forcibly answered the question before the question was finished.

There is no chance for others to grab him.

Strange Xueba: "..."

I'm fucking cracked!

Why is there a representative of this regional group who can't even write a composition well, so confident in answering historical questions? !

The Ke Han from not long ago, at least he rushed to answer the question after finishing his reading. Why did he rush to answer even the end of the question when it was in Zhu Mingcheng's hands? !

"March 81990rd, [-]—"

Zhu Mingcheng replied without changing his face: "A great humanitarian doctor, our most sincere friend in the suffering of history..."

This time the rush to answer was even more excessive, and Zhu Mingcheng forcibly answered after reading a date.

The host was almost forced to bite his own tongue by Zhu Mingcheng.

After 25 questions, the audience was silent.

#风同的小明#

[Xiao Ming, tonight is destined to be the brightest boy. 】

[If this happens to our history teacher... I can guarantee that half of his head will be knocked off. 】

[Tianxiu students are so terrifying! 】

[Hey... Speaking of which, isn't this the national championship of our Guoguang History Contest? 】

[Tiange No. [-] High School V: (reply with artificial mental retardation) According to the test, Zhu Mingcheng did represent our school in the Guoguang National Key High School History League~ but he should be a player from the previous session~]

Chu Baiyue raised her eyebrows slightly.

Zhu Mingcheng looks ordinary on the surface, but in fact he is probably more mature and stable than each of them.

He knows exactly what he wants.

Therefore, since he was promoted to Longtan Academy in Tiange No. [-] Middle School in his first year of high school, Zhu Mingcheng's course selection was different from the mainstream course selection.

He did not choose intensive courses for physics students, and left most of the extra electives for liberal arts.

For example: modern history, and war history.

The extra elective courses in Tiange No. [-] Middle School really give each student the greatest choice within the limits of the teachers.

Chu Baiyue still remembered that in order to convince her father, who was still the dean at the time, Zhu Mingcheng handed over the place to represent Tianer in the Guoguang History National League to him, who was only a freshman in high school.

Zhu Mingcheng said a lot.

Quoting scriptures from ancient times to the present, even the small skills of the great man's speech appeal are properly grasped.

Chu Xiaoyue, who was squatting at the door of the dean's office waiting for her father to take her home, leaned against the wall with her knees hugged, and was almost told to cry by Zhu Mingcheng.

But when Chu Baiyue thought about it afterwards, she found that...Zhu Mingcheng was probably just blurring the point and talking about him.

However, in fact, Tiange No. [-] Middle School did not have too many "arts students". Even in this era when arts and sciences have been completely abolished, they still have a clear tendency to "sciences".

Because the old principal of Tiange No. [-] Middle School has always had the attitude of "technology changes life", "problems that can be solved with technology are not problems", and "learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you will not be afraid to travel all over the world".

Dean Chu thought for a few hours pretending to be reserved, and then solemnly called Zhu Mingcheng over, asked him to participate in the competition, and gave him the spot.

Zhu Mingcheng was also really upbeat and won the championship of the National History Competition in one fell swoop.

"A liberal arts student hidden among a bunch of science students..."

Chu Baiyue narrowed her eyes.

The final question was still taken away by Zhu Mingcheng, and the eyes of the strange Xueba were flushed, as if he was forced to cry.

The host has a headache.

Chu Baiyue couldn't help but have a headache.

She wasn't worried that Tu Xiuling would be forced to cry. Anyway, people who participated in various big scenes were not so thin-skinned.But she was a little worried about this strange contestant.

If he really forced the other party to cry, Zhu Mingcheng's wind assessment in front of the university tutor will really not be good.

The hats of "domineering" and "young and frivolous" can be worn on him.

For people like them who take one step and look forward a hundred steps, it will always be a little troublesome.

However, in the next second, Zhu Mingcheng showed a simple and gentle smile, and pushed his glasses.

He said to the host: "I have something to say to my opponent, can I take up 3 minutes of everyone's time? Sorry."

The behind-the-scenes group gave the host on the stage through the "prompter board": let him speak.

The trending search for "Xiao Ming next door" has come up.

And it seems that this student Zhu Mingcheng has more background stories than Ke Han, who is popular on the Internet because of his different pupils. Just a national historical league champion is novel and interesting enough.

After Zhu Mingcheng got the approval of the host, he immediately stretched out his hand to the strange school bully.

"Nice to meet you," he said.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhu Mingcheng. I come from Tiange No. [-] Middle School. My hobbies are modern history and war history. My dream is to serve the people."

The male host was amused by the last sentence.

He took the microphone and asked Zhu Mingcheng: "Is it a characteristic of your Tiange No. [-] Middle School students to introduce themselves with dreams?"

Due to the situation, the strange Xueba still held Zhu Mingcheng's hand and nodded with difficulty.

Zhu Mingcheng withdrew his hand, turned his face to the side with a smile and replied: "If I remember correctly, the last time our Tiange No. [-] Middle School participated in the CCTV program should be Senior Ye Ci?"

The male host froze for a moment: "Yes."

Zhu Mingcheng: "Senior Ye Ci's dream seems to be to popularize basic mathematics all over the world?"

The two hosts suddenly shuddered.

Host Xiaoling endured his discomfort with mathematics and asked Zhu Mingcheng: "Student Zhu, how did you know?"

Zhu Mingcheng: "The dreams of each of us must be spoken out loud."

"At the opening ceremony of the freshmen of Tiange No. [-] Middle School, the first lesson the principal taught us was not to be afraid of our dreams, no matter how absurd they are."

"The road we used to go to Tiange No. [-] Middle School has been put down. From the day of the opening ceremony of the new students, we have a brand new start. Take the road we have traveled as a lesson, remember all the pain and glory, and don't let us go again. To repeat the pain, to go to new glory."

"Don't be afraid of your own shortcomings, but actively find ways to solve problems."

"Accept your imperfect self and move forward to a better self."

"On the way forward, Tiange No. [-] Middle School is very happy to be a stone under your feet."

"...I still remember what the old headmaster said."

Zhu Mingcheng paused, with tears in his eyes.

"Tiange No. [-] Middle School is a school, and what we hope to give you is educational results, not grades."