The alumni reunion of No. 10 Middle School at Tsinghua University and Peking University was held some time after the new students entered the school. The students of No. 10 Middle School have a strong sense of identity with their alma mater. In the past, when communications were not well developed, everyone relied on dinners at certain times to maintain contact. Now that the Internet age has arrived, Q groups have been established, and this year's alumni reunion was announced in the group, and immediately a reunion lineup of about thirty or forty people signed up, ranging from freshmen to juniors, and a larger restaurant was booked.
Of course, freshmen are the most active, sophomores are the mainstay, and juniors are rare. Freshmen are all studying in other places and are not familiar with the environment. They are more willing to contact former alumni and exchange many new topics. At the same time, you can also get some information about the whereabouts of the people you are concerned about. Among them, there may be the boy who gazed at the sunset at the stadium or the girl who bought you ice cream.
People arrived at the party restaurant one after another. They introduced themselves to each other, talked about their campus experiences, and listened to campus rumors from their seniors. For example, a Tsinghua senior and her boyfriend from a wealthy family were doing research in the same lab. One day when it was raining heavily, her boyfriend went to a nearby car shop and swiped his card to drive away a Passat. Some people also talked about a Peking University senior who had many suitors. It was said that one evening at a party, she was walking alone in front, and three cars were slowly following behind her. They were all suitors, waiting for her to give an answer.
Such rumors seem to be exaggerated, true or false, and the market is definitely not small. In short, if it is true, people will be envious. Most of the people present are freshmen, and they are still dusty after just finishing military training, but they have entered a new world. At this time, they must be a little different from high school. They have aspirations in all aspects, and they are no longer as repressed as in high school. They have begun to learn how to dress up and are eager to do things they thought they could not do before.
But no matter how everyone has changed today, we still have to admit that Yang Xia, who was one of the top ten topics in Tsinghua University on the first day of school, is indeed a natural beauty. Even though she is a little tanned after military training, she is still pure and unparalleled in a T-shirt and jeans.
Zhu Xu was also at today's gathering. He had heard about Yang Xia's story as he was at Peking University's Guanghua School. In fact, if it weren't for Yang Xia, he wouldn't have attended this seemingly boring class reunion. As the leader of this class of No. 10 Middle School at Peking University and Tsinghua University, Zhu Xu naturally attracted everyone's attention. Although everyone was at Tsinghua University and Peking University, there were also special groups within Tsinghua University and Peking University. Peking University's Guanghua School always recruited the best of the best students, who were different from the ordinary students at Yanyuan and Tsinghua University. As long as they were mentioned as "Guanghua people", they would automatically be given a halo and a sense of mystery. So they also asked Zhu Xu about their classes, who was the great professor, what the classroom looked like, whether the school had unlimited funds and was rich, and whether it was really true that only Guanghua people walked in the middle of the street at Peking University
Zhu Xu said calmly that he actually felt that he was not much different from the people around him, except that he was freer. Many people were influenced by their surroundings and knew what they wanted to do earlier. At the same time, every student had his own academic mentor, who was well-known throughout the country, and the academic system was inherited from generation to generation. When Zhu Xu talked about who his mentor was and whose student his mentor was, he directly pointed to a great man in the textbook, which made people unable to hide their amazement.
Zhu Xu mentioned that all the new students had a set of formal suits, because their study would not only be on campus, but also involve various practices with tutors, foreign exchange, teaching and study abroad, and all kinds of resources. At the same time, when he was in Guanghua, he realized that there were so many great people around him, and there were countless top scorers and runners-up. Almost everyone who chatted with him and was in the same classroom with him was once in the top ten in the province. At this time, it was time to compete with the provinces with developed education. Some of them, even the top scorers in the province, could directly fall outside the top 100 in the first Guanghua ranking. Then, with everyone's coaxing and pushing, Zhu Xu revealed his ranking, which was 36th.
During this process, when Zhu Xu mentioned the word "number one scholar", he was quite understated and had a leisurely attitude.
When talking about a provincial top student falling into the top 100, there was still some regret in his words. After all, this was an elite group of more than 100 undergraduates.
He couldn't help but think of the dark shadow that weighed on his head during high school, and at one point all that remained of his memory was the stuffy, suffocating feeling of those days.
With a high score of 689, in Sichuan Province, where the admission score for science majors was set at 530 at the beginning of the century, it is conceivable that Zhu Xu had reached the pinnacle in that long-ago college entrance examination, both in terms of his sense of the questions and his overall grasp of the exam. If it weren't for that 703, he would have been the top scorer in Sichuan Province.
After the results came out, did he accept his fate or feel helpless? He just felt that he had done his best. And doing his best was a slightly humiliating thing.
However, the new university life and Guanghua College broadened his horizons and made him feel that the previous world was still too small.
This platform is already here. Those seniors who were trained by Guanghua Academy and went to major investment banks and consulting companies are real. Those seniors who came to the academy to give speeches with a series of dazzling halos are also real. The financial circle, the world of fame and fortune, those IPOs and financial events they are in are just the tip of the iceberg. They are full of envy and a sense of urgency from the bottom of their hearts, and they wish they could go with them to meet the wind and clouds. In such a place, those who are in this platform and resources feel that they will not be able to catch up if they fall behind. Not to mention those who are not in this system. For example, Cheng Ran, who is more qualified than him.
But... the other party disappeared.
People should look forward.
When talking about his experiences in Guanghua Academy, Zhu Xu noticed that although Yang Xia, who was sitting at the last seat across the long table, was talking to the person next to him, the focus was still on him. He also noticed that when Yang Xia said something surprising, he would stop talking to others and listen attentively.
Zhu Xu smiled indifferently. From what he had observed about Yang Xia's expression during high school, he knew that he couldn't get between her and Cheng Ran.
But now it is different, they are all on the same plateau, and their life on this plateau has just begun. And all the things on this plateau before are gone...
What he had experienced before was just a test, and in the end, it would make him grow even more. And now, as two people who were in different places and starting their new college life at the highest institution, Zhu Xu felt that he was in the core and she was at ease below, which was exactly the good start in those legendary stories.
People arrived at the party restaurant one after another. After a brief greeting, the newcomers joined the conversation and brought nightmare-like and lingering messages.
"The day before yesterday, I was chatting in our group and talked to Ma Weibo from Central South University of Science and Technology. I also got news about Cheng Ran..."
He was clearly just an engineering freshman who had just arrived, but with just these words, the atmosphere in the entire room suddenly tensed, and almost everyone's eyes and heads turned to look at the other person.
Yang Xia suddenly looked up and stared at the boy who was talking.
Some of the seniors present were also confused by the sudden atmosphere. Someone asked in a low voice, "Is it the provincial champion from our No. 10 Middle School this year?"
Among them, there was a famous senior from the previous class of No. 10 Middle School. She looked at him and said, "Is he a good person? Is he really from a poor family and went to Central South University of Science and Technology for the scholarship?"
A freshman immediately responded, "I don't know where this fake news came from! It is said that he did not accept the interview, so the newspapers made up a story as usual! He did not do it for a scholarship! His company is engaged in communication equipment... I won't say how much, but it must be tens of millions! How could he go to Central South University of Science and Technology for a scholarship? But this has always been a mystery. Maybe the master's thoughts are unpredictable to mortals..."
"Don't interrupt me, tell me quickly, what happened to Cheng Ran at Central South University of Science and Technology?"
The engineering freshman's eyes lit up. "He's a celebrity once he enters the school! It's said that on the day of registration, a large number of people went to his dormitory to visit the giant pandas. Ma Weibo told his roommate that Cheng Ran was our classmate from No. 10 Middle School, and his roommate didn't believe it at first! Later, it was said that Cheng Ran gave a speech as a representative of the freshmen after the freshman ceremony, and his speech was also very brilliant! He is a big figure in Central South University of Science and Technology. I guess everyone in the freshmen knows him if they ask around..."
The engineering student paused for a moment, keeping the topic in suspense, and said with a smile, "Haha, I asked Ma Weibo for Cheng Ran's QQ number. Do you want to add him?"
Someone hesitated and said, "Forget it... I don't know him, and I don't know what to say even if I add him..."
Some people also patted each other on the shoulder and said, "Why don't you contribute now? We were not in the same class before, but it's not too late to establish contact now!"
"Hurry up, add one more, I still want to express my admiration for him!"
"I've got my address book out, report the number now!"
At that time, mobile phones were not very popular, and basically everyone carried a small notebook to record phone numbers. Even if they had a mobile phone, it was not convenient to store phone numbers, so the situation of carrying an address book with them would continue for a long time. I saw everyone taking out notebooks and pens to write down Cheng Ran's Q number.
Even the famous senior student just now, holding her pink cover communication book, came up to a few freshmen, smiled and pointed at the pens in their hands, "Your pen is used up, let me use it..."
One can imagine how many messages knocking on the door the person concerned will receive after today's alumni meeting.
Looking at the whole scene where the atmosphere was distorted, Zhu Xu's attention was not actually on the scene behind where everyone was copying Cheng Ran's Q number on the small piece of paper, but he was looking sharply towards Yang Xia.
In fact, when the engineering freshman revealed Cheng Ran's admission information to Central South University of Science and Technology, he noticed that Yang Xia had been staring at him with such a keen eye.
Then after listening to it, Yang Xia hesitated for a while, took out his cell phone and sent a text message.
The text message Yang Xia sent to Cheng Ran was, "I had a gathering with alumni of Peking University No. 10 Middle School today... I heard about your experience at Central South University of Science and Technology."
After a while, Cheng Ran texted back, "I have offended many people. Could this be a black humor?"
"No. The freshman representative gave a speech and stole the show..."
"Oh... that was a political mission."
"That's good. Is the department in control now? I guess there are many pretty girls who have been bewitched, right?"
"Sister, I'm in the School of Computer Science. Do you think there are more beauties or animals?"
"Cheng Ran, you just changed the subject. You were speaking at the freshman ceremony, not just to the School of Computer Science. You're trying to cover up something..."
Cheng Ran replied with a string of dots.
"Haha, no need to explain to me. Okay, I'll continue eating. I just heard about you and told you something."
After sending this text message, Yang Xia put away her phone and blended into the surrounding atmosphere. She felt good. At least Cheng Ran did not fail in the new school and seemed to be very motivated. This was the best news she had heard from him recently.
Zhu Xu, who had seen all of this, felt that the beautiful things he had imagined before seemed to be shattered after seeing Yang Xia's final smile.