At the awards ceremony, Qing Yishui, four members of the Huaxia team, held the gold medals in front of their chests and flowers, and stood in a row with Jiang Fuyue as the C seat.
That posture, not to mention Dorafeng.
Click—
Foreign media cameras recorded this glorious moment.
Soon, the news that the four students of the Huaxia national team took the top three in this year's IOI spread back to China.
Due to the very small time difference between Kos and China, it was early in the morning in Huaxia at that time, and the office workers were just beginning to be busy.
On the subway, there are young white-collar workers watching the news on their mobile phones, and some elderly men are listening to the radio with earphones.
After a while, they swiped/heard the same message.
The imperial capital, a family building of Q University.
"Old Yan, are you up?" Mrs. Yan poured a glass of warm water for him and put it on the table.
After Yan Zhenfeng finished drinking, he glanced at the empty dining table and asked his wife, "Didn't you make breakfast today?"
"It's done, Wen is on the stove, go and serve it yourself." He didn't lift his head when he spoke, sitting on the sofa, staring at the phone.
Yan Zhenfeng wondered, don't you usually bring the bowl to him and hand the chopsticks to him
Today is strange.
Having said that, he went into the kitchen obediently, and soon walked to the living room with soybean juice and whole grain steamed buns.
Putting it on the coffee table, I didn't rush to eat, but leaned my head over: "What are you looking at? Focus like this."
"Look at the genius little beauty."
"What?"
Mrs. Yan frowned: "Eat your breakfast, blocking my light."
Yan Zhenfeng retracted his head silently.
Just as he was squatting in the corner, eating steamed buns by himself, suddenly—
"Old Yan! It says that Jiang Fuyue is still a member of the IPhO national team this year, isn't that your student?"
Yan Zhenfeng never thought that one day he would hear the name "Jiang Fuyue" from his wife.
He was a little taken aback.
Mrs. Yan couldn't wait, and couldn't help but shoved him: "I'm talking to you, why are you in a daze?"
"... Yes, there is such a student."
Mrs. Yan's eyes lit up, she raised the screen in front of him with her backhand, and confirmed in surprise: "Is it her?"
Yan Zhenfeng nodded: "Yes."
The next second, he suddenly saw the headlines of the news and opened his mouth wide, unbelievable—explosive! All members of the IOI national team won the gold this year, and Jiang Fuyue took the first place in the information competition after winning the first prize in IPhO!
"No. 1? Full marks?" Yan Zhenfeng frightened the steamed buns out of his hands, and Gu Lulu rolled on the floor twice before stopping.
"Why, you don't know yet?" Mrs. Yan was surprised, "Then you are too careless..."
"No... why don't I care about me? I won the IOI award, and I don't teach informatics, how can I care?"
"Anyway, she is also a student of your summer camp. Don't you know if she participated in the informatics competition?"
"Cough..." Yan Zhenfeng rubbed his nose.
He knew it, but he never thought that Jiang Fuyue would win the prize! Still the first full score...
Fortunately, he thought this girl was just playing for tickets and joining in the fun, but now she is fine.
Let's face it.
hiss…
It hurts!
Qin Libin and Sun Qun also saw the news.
The two made an appointment to play tennis at the city stadium today. They had just changed and were about to lock their phones in a locker when a push message popped up.
Qin Libin was about to cross it out without even thinking about it. It seemed that he did this often, and it became a habit.
Suddenly, he paused with his fingertips, and a familiar name came into view.
Jiang Fuyue
When he clicked on it, his expression suddenly changed from casual to astonished.
"Sun Qun! Sun Qun! Come quickly—"
"What's wrong? Calling the soul?"
"hurry up!"
Sun Qun trotted out from inside, without even pulling out the heels of his shoes, he just stepped on them all the way, and his sneakers were turned into slippers by him.
"What happened?!" he asked nervously.
"Look for yourself." Qin Libin handed over the phone.
Sun Qun picked it up, lowered his head in doubt, and five seconds later—
"My God! IOI also won the award?" This is a question.
The corner of Qin Libin's mouth twitched: "The official media, just released it, can it be fake?"
"Fuck! Full marks again! Is she doing wholesale?"
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Sister Yue - the strongest wholesaler in history, does not buy goods, only scores. [Smile]
Second watch, one thousand words.
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