For the next few days, Lin Zhaoxi never went to the computer room again.
It's not because she doesn't gossip anymore, she still wants to know what happened between Sanwei University and Yongchuan University.
But she was too busy studying, she couldn't concentrate to check these.
In fact, they don't have a lot of questions to brush every day, let alone the secret exams that were once a day in elementary school.
Lao Lin's teaching plans always have his personal style, which is very basic and also heavy on discussion.
There are not so many problems, but more time for everyone to sit together and discuss topics.
The junior high school students and the high school students were divided into groups, and since that evening after talking harshly to each other and the high school students left with Liu Zhiyuan, the sense of competition between the two groups became more obvious.
In class, there are a few thinking questions every day. Everyone discusses from morning to night, trying to be the first person to solve the answer.
High school students obviously have stronger opinions than junior high school students, but for Lin Zhaoxi and the others, there is almost no doubt about who can answer first.
But Pei Zhi never rushes to answer.
He often sits alone by the window, reading books borrowed from the library, Xie Ran doesn't care about him, and Teacher Wan doesn't care about him either. But whenever the topic comes out, he will still work on it patiently for a while. Of course, his "a while" is too short, no matter how you look at it, the word "patience" cannot be used.
Sometimes, Lin Zhaoxi thought, in fact, Pei Zhi should sit in Yongchuan University with all the top high school students in the country, instead of sitting beside them, calm and quiet.
The day before the results of the math league came out, Liu Zhiyuan reminded her of this.
Lin Zhaoxi was also very shocked when she was pressed down on the desk with one hand and listened condescendingly to "the grades will come out tomorrow".
This is too secondary, and haven't they already "do not interfere with the river", in other words "do not communicate with each other when old and dead"
The girls around looked at her and Liu Zhiyuan with eyes that were watching the show.
What did she say
-"oh."
Liu Zhiyuan's face turned blue for no reason, as if he had been greatly insulted.
Lin Zhaoxi didn't know what to do. She really didn't care much about the results and rankings in the math league. According to Pei Zhi, after finishing a set of papers, everyone felt the results.
Then, the results should be as Pei Zhi said that day.
But she didn't expect that on the day when the grades were released, they were sitting in the classroom preparing for the new day's lessons, but Xie Ran asked them to stand up and follow him.
At the entrance of Sanwei University, there were two buses parked there, and their entire training team was taken directly to Yongchuan University, including high school students.
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Yongchuan City, Yongchuan University.
The car door opened, and the students filed down, and a university campus with a sense of the times appeared in front of all the students.
At the main entrance is a huge white marble tablet with the words "Zhongzheng Peace" written on it. The weather is fine and the sun is shining brightly.
Lin Zhaoxi covered her eyes with her hands. Every time she stood here and looked up at those four words, she felt truly shocked.
Vice President Zhang and another teacher she didn't know waited for them at the gate of Yongchuan University and took them deep into the campus.
The team stopped in front of a red brick building.
There were some people who looked like experts and professors at the door. The wooden door was opened, and Lin Zhaoxi followed the team and moved forward slowly.
Every student who walked into the auditorium was shocked at first, and then revered and incredible.
Red banners, crystal chandeliers, old but heavy rows of tables and chairs, all the details show the heritage of this school.
But it is always the people who can best show the heritage of the school.
On the huge projection screen of the rostrum are the words: "Speaker-Feng Deming", and behind it there is a camera recording the whole process of the meeting.
Lin Zhaoxi raised her head halfway, looked at those three words, and was speechless for a long, long time.
In the end, Lu Zhihao pushed her, and she rubbed her face before recovering.
She obviously almost forgot about the "Olympiad Discussion" that she searched on the Internet that day, but now these things are neatly listed in front of her.
Whether it's Professor Feng sitting in the front row (although she can only see the back of his head) and other people who look like scholars, or Vice President Zhang sitting next to them, or even the adult who looks like a college student sitting in front of them People, let her seem to step into an unknown world.
In Xie Ran's terms, it is an "academic circle", but...
Lin Zhaoxi looked at the title on the big screen, but it was still different from the real mathematics academic circle.
The full name of this conference is "Crossover and Innovation: Mathematics Teaching Transformation and Curriculum Construction in Middle Schools".
At any rate, she used to be a normal student, so Lin Zhaoxi guessed that this might be a mathematics teaching seminar held at Yongchuan University.
Similar seminars have different schedules every day.
The so-called speaker is probably the most respected person in the audience
Today is Professor Feng, so the standard is really very high.
But I don't know why, the teacher's seminar, the trainees should also come to listen to it
"This...'Cross-Boundary', what's 'Course Construction'?" Lu Zhihao stared at the curtain of the rostrum, stumbled and read the title, and then was dazed.
The students in the middle school couldn't answer this question, even if Lin Zhaoxi had an answer.
She poked Xie Ran in the front row, pointed to the people in the square to their right and asked, "Is that the national training team?"
"Is there anything else you don't know?" Xie Ran was helpless.
"I don't know why we're sitting here."
"Listen to the master's speech." Xie Ran pointed to the words on the curtain and said.
Lin Zhaoxi: "Your tone is a bit strange."
"You misunderstood, I still respect Professor Feng very much."
"Then why do you have such a strange tone?" she repeated.
"Because I also received a notice in the morning to attend this meeting together. The training class is very tight, and I am annoyed at wasting half a day."
Vice-principal Zhang, who was sitting next to Xie Ran, coughed as a reminder, Lin Zhaoxi shrank her neck and retreated to her seat.
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At 9 o'clock, the meeting began.
The host is nearly fifty years old, and her surname is Wang, a lady.
She has a dignified appearance, and when she introduced herself on stage, Lin Zhaoxi was taken aback by the series of titles alone.
Standing on the stage, Professor Wang asked the on-site mobile phones to be muted and the venue to be quiet, and hoped that after the experts spoke, everyone would raise their hands to ask questions in an orderly manner.
There were some small noises in the venue at first, and then some lights around were turned off to make the projection screen brighter, and the venue became quiet.
Everyone stared at the rostrum, as if waiting for something.
The lady in front of the rostrum opened her lips slightly, but her words were extremely concise. She said: "Next, let me welcome Professor Feng Deming, the head of the Department of Mathematical Sciences of Yongchuan University, an internationally renowned mathematician, to deliver a speech."
A real big cow doesn't need any exaggerated and complicated title introduction.
After hearing Professor Feng's name, all the students around them let out a reverent "wow".
The hale and hearty old man stood still in front of the rostrum, with one hand in his pocket, and a beam of light came down.
His title and personal resume appear on the curtain behind him, various international awards, visiting professors of various internationally renowned universities, and tenured professors represent his absolute status in the academic world. The school is his foundation, but people like him , has long been the foundation of the school.
For some reason, Lin Zhaoxi thought of the speech that Professor Zeng gave in elementary school.
Professor Zeng is interesting and sincere, and takes children into a wonderful world of mathematics that is incomprehensible.
Today is also a slightly dim environment, and Professor Feng did not bring a speech to the stage. He has white hair, is older than Professor Zeng, and is calmer and more focused.
"Dear guests and students, good morning, everyone. I am Feng Deming. I am here today, and I hope I can give a speech as an expert. You should have heard many similar congratulatory speeches. You can find them on Baidu, so I won't read them. it's..."
Professor Feng's voice is very clean, without any old feeling, and the audience is quieter.
He paused, and made a small joke. There were timely laughter in the venue, and the atmosphere became harmonious. Lin Zhaoxi gradually relaxed for some reason.
"Actually, I can't say anything about mathematics education for middle school students, but because I always like to talk nonsense, the conference hopes that I will stand here and say more. But I will not be fooled today. I decided to be an audience with everyone."
"So next, let's turn the time back to the two teams of Professor Liu from Yongchuan Normal University and Professor Wang from Baicao University who will make today's debate report. They will elaborate on the same topic. I heard that today's topic is — Mathematical Olympiad."
There was a little smile in the audience again, he completely replaced the host's job.
But before he put down the microphone and stepped off the stage, no one would believe that his speech was really so brief.
The wooden stool opened with a "squeak" and Professor Feng sat back to his original position with his back to the audience.
Looking from afar, all he could see was the back of his gray head.
No need to think about it, Lin Zhaoxi could guess that the host of the meeting must have a bad face, but a person of his status can indeed be so capricious.
Only then did Lin Zhaoxi discover the difference between Professor Feng and Professor Zeng.
One is really gentle and wise, while the other is really quiet and free and easy.
"Thank you, Professor Feng, for your humorous speech." Professor Wang stepped on the high-heeled shoes to save the stage. She opened the draft agenda, glanced at it, and then simply closed it, "Then let us start the next agenda as Professor Feng said."
"Two expert teams from Yongchuan Normal University and Baicao University will conduct a multi-person collaborative debate report on "Olympiad teaching and the cultivation of mathematics ability". Let me invite Professor Liu and his team from Yongchuan Normal University."
The audience was silent again, followed by another commotion.
The students did not expect that this meeting might actually be related to them.
"Discuss us?"
"Will we be on stage?"
"So nervous!"
"You think too much."
The academic conference is too far away from them, the students are whispering, and there are always people talking and refuting.
But on the day when the results of the mathematics league were announced, so many trainees were invited to attend. Lin Zhaoxi thought that this meeting might be a little different from the usual academic meetings.