50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 18 Special Admission
When registering in the office, Sun Zhiwei deliberately fell behind and waited until everyone had finished registering before it was his turn.

When a male teacher wearing glasses asked Sun Zhiwei about his original school, Sun Zhiwei replied: "Huiwen No. 1 Primary School."

"?" The male teacher was confused. What was going on? Why was there an elementary school student here?

Sun Zhiwei was not panicked at all, and said calmly: "I have memorized all the junior high school textbooks and can go to middle school now."

"Hiss, little comrade, don't brag about this. Going to school is a serious matter."

"I'm not bragging, I have finished memorizing it." As he said that, he opened the canvas schoolbag he brought with him and casually pulled out a Chinese textbook and handed it to the teacher with glasses.

"There are fifteen subjects in total. Except for labor, drawing, music, and physical education, I have memorized all the others. You can check them randomly."

The teacher with glasses subconsciously took the textbook and flipped through it. He saw that the basically new book was already filled with reading notes and difficult points.

This is actually very contradictory. The notes show that the book has indeed been read, but the book is very new, which means that the book has not been used for a long time.

The teacher looked at him playfully and casually turned to Lesson 7: "Then recite Lesson 7." Before he finished asking, Sun Zhiwei had already started reciting.

"Chinese Language Textbook, Grade 7, Page 32, Lesson 7, Fish Releasing Poem"

"Releasing the Fish, Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi, carrying a bamboo basket at dawn,"

In two minutes, an entire text was recited without a single mistake in the text or notes.

The teacher couldn't believe it and turned to another lesson: "Lesson 3: Naiduan Anecdotes"

"The Chinese language textbook for the first grade of junior high school, page 16, Lesson 3, describes the anecdotes of Naiduan."

"The nine abysses above and the nine depths below, so fine that nothing can break it, yet so vast that it encompasses everything, the brain is the divine power."

This time the teacher with glasses lost his composure. He took off his glasses and stared at him carefully, trying to see if some monster had sneaked in.

However, Sun Zhiwei was not panicked at all and still looked at him calmly.

"Wait a moment." If the child was not lying, then there must be a genius in their school this time, and this matter must be reported to the head of the second department.

The teacher with glasses hurriedly left the office and walked outside, probably to ask the leader for help.

Sun Zhiwei waited there while observing the environment of the office.

The sign on the door read "Academic Affairs Office". The room was not big, with only a desk, a long sofa, and a lot of metal cabinets.

He covered it with his storage ring and checked it. There were many brown paper document bags inside, which should be student files or something like that.

After a while, hurried footsteps were heard from outside. Soon, the glasses-wearing teacher entered the office, followed by a middle-aged man in a Mao suit.

When the middle-aged man came in, he looked at Sun Zhiwei and saw him bowing in a dignified manner, saying, "Hello, teacher."

"I am the principal of Yucai Middle School. My last name is Yuan. Hello, classmate Sun. Please sit down and let's talk." Sun Zhiwei knew from his introduction that this Principal Yuan
"Yes, Principal Yuan."

"Student Sun, when did you buy the book?"

"I bought it on January 1st at the Jinghua Printing House at the south end of this street."

"Why did you think of teaching yourself high school courses?"

"On the 20th, my parents died on the same day. I immediately thought that I had to graduate and find a job as soon as possible, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take care of my sister."

Principal Yuan frowned and looked at Yan Jing. Why didn’t you tell me such an important situation? Didn’t you even read the file?
The teacher with glasses had a bitter face and didn't dare to look at Principal Yuan.

"Sorry." "It's nothing, it's been so long."

"Have you memorized all the junior high school textbooks?"

"No, it's useless to rely on memorization for labor, painting, music and sports, so I didn't bother with them."

"It's okay. Those minor subjects are not important. I just want to confirm whether you have a photographic memory."

"Never forget everything you see" is a god-level skill that Chinese scholars have always dreamed of. Chinese history has recorded more than once that ancient people possessed the skill of "never forgetting everything they see".

For example, Cai Wenji of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Wang Chong of the Eastern Han Dynasty, astronomer Zhang Heng, Zhang Song of the Three Kingdoms, Fei Yi of Shu Han, Tang Dynasty poet Wei Fenggu, etc., these are the famous ones, and there are countless people who are not famous but have been recorded.

Although Sun Zhiwei has a good memory now, he cannot remember everything he sees.

"I can't say I have a photographic memory. I still need to read it several times. Literature is easier to remember, but math, physics, and chemistry are harder."

"That's quite rare. Okay, I'll make the decision to enroll you today."

"Thank you, Teacher Yuan."

Finally it worked. Today he brought the book with him on purpose to show off. Otherwise, if he met a dull kid who insisted on sending him back to the 6th grade, he would cry to death.

As for skipping a grade, there is no rush. Wait for him to study for a few more months and perform better in math, physics and chemistry, then you can try to apply for skipping a grade.

After all, the country has just been founded, and many systems are still based on the previous ones. During the Republic of China, there were many people who skipped grades, and universities were very tolerant of such top students.

It will be difficult to skip grades in a few years, so now is just right.

Principal Yuan confirmed Sun Zhiwei's admission and left in a hurry, taking his file bag with him.

The teacher with glasses wanted to stop him because he also wanted to see the child's file. Maybe he was from a very important background.

"Come on, let's do the registration. We'll arrange for you to start in the first grade first to see your progress. If there's a need to adjust the grade, we can discuss it later."

Huh? Are you planning on skipping a grade? Nice.

He quickly sat down and filled out the information, which was all basic information such as family information. He didn't need to write it down by hand because it was in the file. However, the file was taken away by Principal Yuan, so he had to write it down himself.

In less than 10 minutes, he had filled out more than a dozen sheets of paper, clearly accounting for his ancestors for generations, and then he could go to class.

He finally knew the name of the teacher with glasses from his signature: the headmaster: Pang Da Niu.

Ha, this really doesn't sound like a teacher's name. No wonder the teacher with glasses never introduces himself.

But he didn't dare to laugh. After glancing at the signature, he immediately looked away. He waited for Director Pang to finish signing, filed the information, and then took him to the class.

There is only one class in the first grade of Yucai Middle School, and we go straight to class.

The day passed quickly. I spent the whole day in the classroom and attended several classes, but it felt like I had not attended any classes. They were all familiar contents, and I felt sleepy while listening.

I had lunch in the school cafeteria at noon. I had multi-grain steamed buns with pickles and egg drop soup. Although it wasn’t very delicious, it was filling, which was pretty good.

After school, the military vehicle that had sent them off in the morning came to pick them up again. More than a dozen students living in Xiangshan got on the vehicle and returned to Xiangshan together.

There is no bus from Xiangshan, and it is not realistic for parents to pick up and drop off their children every day. It seems that this military vehicle pick-up and drop-off service will continue for some time.

(End of this chapter)