"Professor Hang."
Cen Huaian stood up from his chair with respect on his face.
"Don't be nervous, just sit down."
Cen Huaian nodded and sat down, not nervous at all, because he knew why Leader Hang came to see him.
Sure enough, the next second, Hang Ling spoke: "You know I'm Jinghua's teacher, right?"
Cen Huaian nodded: "I know."
"How about it, are you interested in coming to our Jinghua?"
After Cen Huaian knew his ranking, he knew that someone would come to him, but he himself had not yet decided whether he wanted to pursue a career in mathematics in the future.
He always felt that there were still many unknowns in the world, he wanted to explore more, and he was not sure if he could always concentrate on studying mathematics.
Leader Hang did not force him, nor did he say many good things about Jinghua. He just sat next to him, smiling leisurely, waiting for Cen Huaian to think it over, as if he was not here to ask him to go to Jinghua.
Cen Huaian thought for a while, turned to look at Hang Ling, and asked him: "Professor, how did you decide to go down the path of mathematics?"
Hang Ling smiled and said, "Let me tell you a story."
Hang Ling's story is very simple, unlike some famous historical figures whose origins have magical colors.
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He talked about his experience of selling vegetables with his mother when he was a child.
In the busy market, many people are buying and selling vegetables, bargaining with each other, arguing over every penny until their faces turn red.
Hang Ling watched his mother arguing with the groceries seller, then looked at the penny his mother got after winning the argument, and felt that the money was shining in the sun.
At that time, a wild idea came to his mind: Why is money calculated from 1 cent to 10 cents, 10 cents to 1 dollar? Why not 11 or 12
Hang Ling smiled and said: "It was from then on that I found numbers very interesting. They are not lifeless existences, but exist in all aspects of our lives, in various places we are accustomed to. Even if you don't pay attention to it, it is still playing its role."
Suddenly, a ray of light seemed to be injected into Cen Huaian's mind. Hang Ling's words made him start to re-examine mathematics.
"Professor, let me think about it again."
Hang Ling smiled and nodded: "You should think about it carefully. This is something that will determine your future path. You can't just decide it casually."
After Hang Ling left, Cen Huaian frowned and thought for a long time. The sunlight outside went from bright and dazzling to slowly falling, and Cen Huaian finally stood up.
I got up and went to the hotel's public phone and called Chuxia.
When Chu Xia heard that Cen Huaian could be recommended for admission to Jinghua University, she was not as happy as other parents and asked Cen Huaian to agree immediately. Instead, she asked him, "Do you like math? Do you like it to the point of being fanatical and feel that life is meaningless without it, just like your father likes his profession?"
Cen Huaian stood there in a daze, asking himself repeatedly in his heart, then he shook his head. He didn't want to serve mathematics for his whole life.
"Then don't sign the recommendation. You can use the remaining time to think about what you are passionate about. I believe that you can still go to the school and major you like without the recommendation."
"good."
Chu Xia listened to the busy tone after the phone was hung up, and her expression was a little dazed. She actually let her son refuse Jinghua's admission.