Principal's office.
The principal asked Huo Yao to sit down on the sofa, poured her another glass of water, and then sat opposite her, saying, "The main reason I came to you is to ask if you want to transfer to another class."
Huo Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, "Transfer? Why do you want to transfer?"
"I think you are suitable for science, and your talents are too buried in liberal arts classes." The principal looked serious.
When he started school, he had already planned to put her in the science class, but he didn't expect to be delayed by the events in the capital, and when he came back, she had already been placed in the liberal arts class.
When Huo Yao heard this, she smiled and shook her head, "No need, there is no difference between being in the liberal arts class and the science class for me."
Anyway, she has already finished the nine courses of the third year of high school by herself.
The principal looked at the confident Huo Yao, touched the tip of his nose, and asked after thinking about it: "You don't want to transfer because of Wei Mingzhe?"
Rocket Class 1 is a science class, and the head teacher is Wei Mingzhe who refused to accept Huo Yao at the beginning of the term.
"He? No." Huo Yao said indifferently, if the principal didn't mention this person, she would almost forget about it.
After a pause, she joked again: "If you continue to persuade me to transfer classes like this, Teacher Chen Yu will fight for you when I turn back."
The headmaster smiled, he couldn't tell that Huo Yao really didn't care, and sighed, "Well, I won't force you if you don't want to, but you still remember Zhao Lian who came from the General Cultural and Education Association last time, Professor Zhao ?"
Huo Yao nodded. She had a good memory, so she naturally remembered, not to mention that the principal introduced him specially at that time.
An honorary member of the General Association of Literary and Art Circles.
"Let me tell you the truth. Professor Zhao is a professor in the Biology Department of Qingda University. He has a good impression of you. He even read your test papers for these two periods and said that you are very accomplished in biological research."
The principal remembered that Zhao Lian called him yesterday to ask about Huo Yao, and said with a smile, "It's just a pity that you were placed in the liberal arts class."
So this is the main reason why the principal suddenly wanted to transfer her to the science class.
Huo Yao understood in an instant.
"However, according to your learning strength, there is really not much difference between liberal arts and science." The principal didn't bother, "Professor Zhao has been looking for his own disciples, he is very optimistic about you, you have to seize the opportunity After all, you will definitely not be a person confined to our place in the future, and the people in the capital are complicated, and it is not a good thing to have no connections."
Special professional talents are difficult to find, since they cannot be recruited, why not destroy them, and everyone should not try to monopolize them.
Once the balance of some forces is broken, it will not be as simple as a bloody storm.
Huo Yao listened to the principal's words, of course she understood the other party's deep meaning, she was silent, she looked at the principal with a calm expression, and said: "Thank you for your love and support."
Why did the professors in the Department of Biology of Qingda University in the capital treat her differently? It was not because the principal was in the middle of the match, otherwise there would be a few competition exams, which would not really involve any research field.
Although she didn't need it, she accepted the principal's love.
The principal waved his hand, "If you really want to thank me, just come back with a place in this year's international competition."
What he said was taking the ranking, not the first, second and third.
Huo Yao raised his eyebrows, it seemed that the headmaster still knew too little about her, but she didn't brag, and replied modestly: "It's a small thing."
(end of this chapter)