Rebirth 2010, the best

Chapter 29 Paper
"You first, me first?"

"You go first."

"it is good."

The school beauty who was determined to live a different life walked into the office at the instigation of the butterflies.

Just when Lu Yao thought it would take a long time, she came out in less than ten minutes.

"So fast?"

"Yes. I asked the teacher about the majors I wanted to apply for at Huazhong University of Science and Technology, Fuhua University, and Peking University, and looked at last year's scores... It's your turn. Oh, yes, we classmates are going to have a farewell dinner together at noon, so hurry up."

"it is good."

Lu Yao nodded and walked in.

In fact, he had no other business to talk to Li Linjiang about, just to tell him what the dean had talked about with him.

After explaining everything clearly, Li Linjiang asked him what school he wanted to choose and if he could give some advice...

Lu Yao told the other party about his two goals and majors: TV University and Tsinghua University.

Li Linjiang naturally let him choose Qinghua without hesitation.

The opinion is simple: Qinghua’s hardware and software conditions are the best.

It is the highest institution of learning.

But Lu Yao knew clearly that in terms of electronic engineering, the education provided by first-tier schools is almost the same. The real watershed is the postgraduate stage.

Everyone receives the same undergraduate education.

The difference only starts from graduate school.

The advantage of TVU lies in its atmosphere.

Fuhua and Qinghua are similar, they are not short of money, and the people are tough and don't talk too much. Each has its own foundation, and the biggest advantage of studying at Qinghua is actually the international aspect.

But...what about international affairs?

Don’t think that the past two years have been peaceful. In two years, the international situation will change suddenly and students from the electronics industry in China will experience the sinister nature of human nature.

At that time, there was a joke in the TV University that going to Tsinghua University was to go out, and coming to the TV University was to stay.

So, as far as college was concerned, Lu Yao knew that it would be the same wherever he went.

More importantly, he needs a more "open" platform so that he can be less restricted by rules and regulations as possible.

otherwise……

Let's put it this way, under normal circumstances, when you go to a research institute as a graduate student, you will basically be a handyman for the first two years. After one or two years, you will follow the research group to conduct research on project-specific topics, and after another one or two years of research, when your ability is recognized, you can officially get involved in some projects.

Some people may not have any idea what I mean.

From another perspective, if we follow the growth experience of an ordinary graduate student, then from the day he joined the institute, for at least two years, the only time he had any interaction with the institute's confidentiality department was when he filled out the annual self-reporting form.

He would have to endure several years before the Confidentiality Department would put a polygraph on him for his annual polygraph examination.

This is the difference.

Therefore, after his reborn mind gradually calmed down, he had a general understanding of his needs.

A more open platform.

Having talent can reduce some constraints of rules and regulations.

It is easier to "stand out".

Because only in this way can he bring out the advantages of this reborn person.

Now that I think about it, the somewhat traditional academic style of the Open University may not be suitable for him after his rebirth.

This is something he has only thought about clearly in the past two days.

When he walked out of the teacher's office, the school beauty had disappeared, but the name of the restaurant at the school gate appeared in his phone.

After reading the message, he walked out directly and dialed Chen Aihua's number as he walked.

"Dudu... Hey, Mom, the results have been checked."

"How did you do on the exam?"

Ms. Chen's words were calm, but Lu Yao still heard a hint of nervousness in them.

He didn't keep anyone in suspense and said directly:
"I got full marks in math and comprehensive science. Including the essay and English composition, my estimated score is 700. Just now, the dean and Teacher Li both thought that I might be the top student in Magic City... and told me a lot about scholarships."

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

About two or three seconds later, Chen Aihua's voice sounded again:

"Really? Seven hundred points!?"

"Yes, seven hundred and seven. From the looks of it, the score will only go higher, not lower."

"……son."

Her voice began to tremble.

"Mom...Mom is feeling a little dizzy right now. You...didn't lie to me, did you?"

Lu Yao was happy, and his voice was also filled with laughter:
"No, Mom. The school just told me that if I can get first place in the entire Magic City, the bonus alone will be two or three hundred thousand! If you don't believe me, just call my teacher."

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the line again.

A few more seconds passed.

"I'll call your dad...come back quickly!"

"Mom, I still have to go have a farewell dinner with my classmates."

"Ah?... Oh... Yes, yes, yes, do you have any money in your pocket? Give me your card number and I'll transfer the money to you now..."

"Mom, let's split the bill."

"Oh oh... AA is fine... AA is fine. Don't drink... It's okay to drink a little... Take a taxi back... Be sure to pay attention to safety, okay? Watch out for the cars on the road... Eat more..."

Just from the sound of her voice, Lu Yao could tell that his mother was panicking.

So he quickly said:

"Mom, I don't drink. I asked Mr. Xu for half a day off today. Don't worry. Also...when you contact my dad, ask him if he is driving. Make sure he pays attention to safety. It's okay. My grades are good. Our family can rest assured."

"Okay, mom knows, good son...big darling, good son..."

In fact, Lu Yao could understand his mother's feelings very well.

After ten years of hard study, you will finally pass the imperial examination.

Even if he is not a parent, he can understand this feeling.

So he hung up the phone.

Just as I walked out of the school gate, Lu Yuanshan called me.

“Yaoyao, hahahahaha…”

The ecstatic laughter did not contain any substantial content, but Lu Yao still understood what his father said.

"Dad, are you working?"

"No, I just got off the service area and was about to have a meal when your mom called... Hahaha, great, good son!"

"Dad, this is just an estimate. We'll have to wait a few days to know the exact score. Just work hard and be safe."

"I know... Well, after this job is done, Dad will rest at home for a while, and then our family will go out for a trip! I'll reward you well! Hahahahaha..."

The joy that could not be suppressed was once again conveyed through laughter.

As for Lu Yao's repeated reminders to "drive slowly and don't be distracted", I don't know if his father listened to him.

After hanging up the phone, he had already walked into the hotel.

The school beauty who had just chosen not to be a person in the corridor was the first to be attacked and waved at him:
"Top Scholar, I won't go home until I'm drunk today!"

"What the hell am I going to do? I have a part-time job in the afternoon." Lu Yao took out a bottle of Coke from the water cabinet in a bad mood and joined the battle.

……

Everyone is quite sad during graduation season.

They were happily eating, drinking and chatting just now, but by the end of the meal, everyone had tears in their eyes.

Even though we agreed to go to college, we should not forget the friendship we made in high school.

Everyone made vows to each other, but Lu Yao's heart was as clear as a mirror.

The feelings may not change, but after entering university, everyone is separated from each other and has less time to spend together, so the number of times we meet will become less and less in the future.

But perhaps...it is precisely because of this relationship of being together less than being apart that the friendship between them seems more sincere.

In the end, each person bet more than 30 yuan and the dinner ended.

Lu Yao, who hadn't drunk, looked at the blushing school beauty and said:
"You didn't ride your bike today?"

"No, I took a taxi. This skirt is easy to show when riding a bike."

Wei Qianqian said, smiling, and suddenly turned around and asked:
"Lu Yao, do I look good in this outfit today?"

Lu Yao nodded sincerely:
“It’s very beautiful.”

"Hehe~ Come to my graduation party in a few days."

"I know. I'll invite you to my graduation party, too."

"Um...thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for your words, which strengthened my resolve."

"..."

Lu Yao's mouth twitched.

Suddenly I wanted to slap myself.

Make you talk bad!

A good young piano artist suddenly became like a human being!

Lu Yao, you really deserve to die!

Seeing his amused expression, the school beauty smiled and waved her hand to stop a taxi:

"I'm leaving."

"BYE."

"Goodbye, school beauty."

"Qianqian, remember to go shopping with me tomorrow."

"Bye-Bye……"

A group of classmates also came to see him off.

Lu Yao even saw a classmate who everyone in the class knew had a crush on the school beauty but was hesitant to speak...

Ugh.

He sighed in his heart.

Young man, if you were braver, maybe...

While thinking about it, he said goodbye to his classmates and called Fatty Zhang.

Then... when the drunk Zhang Siyuan heard Lu Yao's results...

"Oh my god...hiccup."

He drank too much.

So I can only use this burp to express my feelings.

Then he put his head on Lu Yao's back and began to breathe heavily.

Lu Yao took a look and thought...Okay, let’s go home.

As the turtle started up, he took one last look at his alma mater.

Goodbye, my high school life.

……

After sending Zhang Siyuan home, Lu Yao threw him casually on the sofa and ignored him. He went straight back to his own home and found that his mother was not there either.

Apparently he didn't come back from class.

He didn't care, but sent a message to Xu Ruochu:
"Mr. Xu, I've already gone home and got the car. Where should I pick you up?"

"You can take a rest today. I'm also at home, so you don't need a car."

Xu Ruochu replied immediately.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Xu."

After Lu Yao replied, he silently extended his working hours.

After sitting on the sofa for a while to clear his mind, he stood up and walked into his bedroom. At his desk, he turned on the old laptop that Lu Qing had discarded.

This computer has no software and Lu Yao can’t use it.

He just opened the WORD document directly and then lit a cigarette.

In fact, he usually doesn't smoke at home.

But... now he has entered working mode.

It's not good to be without something to share the pressure.

Cigarette lit.

He narrowed his eyes and remained silent again.

After a few minutes of silence, he put his hands on the keyboard and typed out a line of words:

"Looking at the crisis in my country's semiconductor industry from the perspective of chip import data"

After writing, he paused.

Deleted them all again.

Too radical.

Do you want to take a detour?
After a moment's thought, he typed again:
Inferring the Rise of the Chip Industry from Chip Import Data

Looking at the question, he nodded slightly.

Well, this topic is okay.

So, on another line, he wrote:

"In 2009, my country's chip imports amounted to 1249 billion US dollars, exceeding the total imports of oil and automobiles in the same year (data source: 2009 United Nations Trade Commission's trade data report on integrated circuits and stones, etc.)..."

While writing, Lu Yao remembered something he had forgotten where he had read.

If you want to write about the bright moon, you cannot just write about the bright moon. You have to write about the joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the waxing and waning of the moon.

And his current thinking coincides with this sentence.

If you want to write about the crisis of China's chip imports, you can't just write about the crisis. You have to write about the thriving industry, the huge base of practitioners and the heavy reliance on foreign technology.

We should write about these in a flourishing and arduous manner.

Although this article may seem to be eulogizing, any smart person who can read it will understand his intention.

An 18-year-old Shanghai top scorer in the college entrance examination (to be confirmed), a student who is determined to engage in the integrated circuit electronics industry, is determined to devote himself to this career. Behind his passion... there is an unfathomable sense of crisis.

(End of this chapter)