I'm in high school, is my dating system working correctly?

"You were conscripted too?"

Lu Yu sat down and opened his notebook.

"Otherwise what? Do you think I wanted to come?"

Zhou Qianyun raised an eyebrow, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Why do you think Ji Xunsheng's father is making such a big fuss?"

Lu Yu looked around. Each class from the first year of high school to the third year had sent one person, along with several teachers and school leaders.

"They want to be famous, that's what people want when they have money, to make a name for themselves and be remembered for generations."

Zhou Qianyun was not interested.

If it weren't for Lu Yu, she wouldn't have asked the homeroom teacher to let her come to the meeting.

After all, Ji Xunsheng would definitely be called to this meeting, and that Demon Orb might take advantage of the situation and make things difficult for Lu Yu.

Sigh, I've been worrying myself sick over this childhood sweetheart, like a mother hen.

Who told him to invite me to eat and buy books at the snack street near my old junior high school during the National Day holiday?

Let's pretend to be his mother for a few tens of minutes.

"Are you really rich?"

Lu Yu was not convinced.

He didn't know if the news he heard from his junior high school homeroom teacher was true or false, but he guessed that Ji Xunsheng's family must have some shady business dealings.

"I heard that the old factory director is retiring next year, and his father will probably take over as factory director."

Zhou Qianyun was better informed than Lu Yu, who was in the factory compound.

"The machine tool industry is about to change."

Lu Yu felt that Lao Lu's job was coming to an end, and Ji Xunsheng's father would probably do the first thing to optimize Lu Heng's position when he took office.

Sigh, if all else fails, we can either withdraw early or ask Zhou Qianyun's father for help. We might lose face, but at least we can save face.

He now has a system, not much money, but there's hope. It's good to let Lao Lu rest early.

"Tell your dad to be more careful. Ji Xunsheng's dad has always had a strained relationship with your family, and there's no guarantee he won't retaliate later."

Zhou Qianyun's father had been annoyed by Ji Xunsheng's family a lot when he worked at the machine tool factory, and he knew all too well what kind of people they were.

Amidst the whispers, a well-built student walked in.

Ji Xunsheng, physical description omitted.

With light steps, Ji Xunsheng quickly spotted the two people sitting in the first row.

When he saw Zhou Qianyun, his expression was obsequious, but when he saw Lu Yu, his eyes immediately sharpened.

"Looks like my dad has a lot of influence; he was able to get the two of you to come."

affected and pretentious.

"This isn't our young capitalist son."

Lu Yu spoke in a sarcastic and unsettling tone.

"What capitalists? We are national entrepreneurs. The burden of thousands of people in the machine tool factory rests on our family's shoulders."

Ji Xunsheng had picked up this kind of talk from who-knows-where; it was so official and bureaucratic that he sounded like a jack.

"Lu Yu, don't talk to idiots, I'm afraid you'll catch their idiocy."

Zhou Qianyun was straightforward and blunt.

"Zhou Qianyun, how could you say that?"

Ji Xunsheng wanted to retort, but considering Zhou Qianyun's family background, he had to give up and sat down in the first row in front of the podium with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Soon, the vice principal and a Mediterranean man in a casual suit walked in, chatting and laughing.

Ji Yiwei, deputy director of the machine tool factory, is Ji Xunsheng's father.

The projector is turned on, and the presentation begins in a formulaic manner.

Most of the content was unremarkable, consisting mainly of an introduction to the history of the machine tool factory, its past interactions with the school, and encouragement for everyone to study hard.

"Because of the connection between the machine tool company and our Jiangcheng Middle School, Director Ji decided to establish a progress scholarship at Jiangcheng Middle School. Starting with this month's monthly exam, the student who makes the most progress in each major exam will be awarded 2,000 yuan in cash."

The school leader spoke slowly, in typical leadership speaking style, and didn't forget to address Factory Director Ji Yiwei directly, which made him beam with joy.

Hey, wait a minute.

Two thousand yuan?

Lu Yu beamed with joy upon hearing the word "money."

The previous progress award included a prize of 1,000 yuan, so adding this 2,000 yuan...

He glanced at the system's indifferent and cold text.

[Task: Make it onto the honor roll in the next monthly exam]

Basic reward: 3000 yuan

Sure enough, this presentation was a success.

If Lu Yu can get the Progress Award, he'll probably get three thousand yuan.

Two thousand of them were sponsored by Ji Xunsheng's father.

That would be such a wonderful thing.

The students were abuzz with discussion when they heard about the prize money.

Zhou Qianyun nudged Lu Yu with her elbow.

"I told him I'd heard his grades had improved a lot recently, and it turns out he got an award from his dad just to show off."

"Using the factory's money for this kind of thing is disgusting."

"Hey Lu Yu, you better do well in your monthly exam. Don't let that guy get the money."

"Don't worry, we'll definitely take it down."

The two of them reached a rare consensus.

Deputy Factory Director Ji Yiwei's idea was very simple, and Lu Yu could see it clearly.

Take advantage of this opportunity to get some awards for your son, so he can write the application materials and then pull some strings. Maybe he can actually get a spot through recommendation or special admission.

During the summer vacation, Ji Xunsheng must have been constantly urged to study, which must have been excruciating for him.

On the podium, Ji Yiwei spoke in an official tone, glancing at his son whenever he made a compliment.

The only thing worth mentioning is that this middle-aged man, who can't even type properly, kept talking about AI, as if he was bewitched by some unknown force.

boring.

Lu Yu only regretted that he was sitting in the first row, which made it inconvenient for him to use his phone.

"...In addition, as an encouragement, I asked the teachers at our school to give the students here two questions. Whoever can solve them the fastest will receive a personal reward of five hundred yuan."

Ji Yiwei suddenly said.

All the students immediately perked up.

You think you can make money by attending a lousy lecture?

Five hundred yuan!

Zhou Qianyun and Lu Yu exchanged a glance.

Isn't this a clear case of Sima Zhao's intentions?

This question was definitely done by Ji Xunsheng in advance, and he already has the answer. Now it's just a formality, letting our capitalist young master show off and paving the way for winning the prize later.

When the PowerPoint presentation switched, two math problems immediately appeared on the projector.

These are Olympiad problems, and they're quite difficult.

Each class randomly sends someone to the meeting. Since the experts in math competitions and Olympiads aren't there, these two questions are really a bit difficult.

After a moment's hesitation, the rustling sound of pen being put down rang out.

Zhou Qianyun glanced at him; Ji Xunsheng was writing rapidly on the paper, his face full of confidence.

"That's not fair! How could he possibly answer this question? He's clearly just reciting the answer. Lu Yu, you..."

As soon as he turned around, Lu Yu had already stood up.

"Teacher, I've finished writing."

"???"

A string of question marks appeared above Zhou Qianyun's head.

The school leaders and Ji Yiwei on the stage were also stunned.

The teachers and other students watching from behind stared blankly at the boy whose name they couldn't recall.

Ji Xunsheng's pen slipped, making a cut in the notebook.

Not a buddy.

I was memorizing the questions, and I hadn't even finished copying the answers, and you've already finished writing them?!

Lu Yu didn't say much. He walked straight to the podium, picked up the chalk before anyone could react, and started writing the answers.

Ji Xunsheng came to his senses.

Lu Yu must be terrible at math, how could he possibly solve this kind of problem?

The first line is different from the standard answer; there's a problem!

And you don't even write a draft, how do you really know the answer?

I get it, this guy is definitely faking it. Damn it, I don't believe you can be faster than me!

He continued to transcribe the steps he had memorized, preparing to stand up again when Lu Yu got stuck, and give this working-class son a good slap in the face.

But Ji Xunsheng had only just finished writing two lines.

Snapped--

In less than three minutes, Lu Yu finished writing the two questions, clapped his hands, and chalk dust fell on Ji Xunsheng's head below the podium.

Ji Xunsheng, however, had not yet finished copying the answers he had memorized.

"Teacher, look, are the answers correct?"

Lu Yu took two steps back, clearing the view of the blackboard.

The school leaders looked at the senior high school math teachers in the back row who were responsible for setting the questions.

The teacher, whose temples were graying, adjusted his glasses, stepped onto the stage, and pondered before speaking.

"...The answer is correct, but the process..."

Sure enough, his process was wrong!!!

What a mess Lu Yu wrote! It was completely different from my standard answer. The standard answer would take more than ten lines, but he finished it in three or four.

It must be that Lu Yu had seen the exam questions by chance before, memorized the answers, and now he was using the answers to deduce the problem, and sure enough, there was a problem!

Ji Xunsheng was overjoyed and prepared to get up and put on a show of reversal and slap in the face.

"Yes, the process was perfect."

The senior high school teacher took a deep breath and spoke, silencing Ji Xunsheng, who was already halfway up the stage. Ji Xunsheng pretended to adjust his chair and sat back down.

"A very elegant solution process. I doubt even my math competition students could do something this elegant."

"The answer is correct, right? Do you need me to explain?"

Lu Yu confirmed it.

"Yes, absolutely right. Can you explain?"

The teacher got excited.

Lu Yu immediately began his explanation, which was clear, logical, and well-organized. The teacher nodded repeatedly, and the two even started to discuss it.

High mountains and flowing water, harmonious music.

Lu Yu thoroughly enjoyed the story.

As for the others, they were completely bewildered.

Who am I? Where am I? Should I sit here?

Zhou Qianyun stared blankly at Lu Yu, who was talking eloquently. For a moment, she felt that Lu Yu was very far away from her, as if he were at the ends of the earth or on the other side of the sea.

But when Lu Yu glanced at him...

She could clearly sense the unspoken message in the boy's eyes—don't worry, we'll definitely win.

Lu Yu looks kind of handsome in this style.

It's just a little bit.

"Don't rush, take a picture of it for me so I can explain it to the students later."

After Lu Yu finished speaking, the teacher even took out his phone to take a picture.

Other students followed suit, forgetting the presence of school leaders, and took out their phones to take pictures.

Zhou Qianyun hesitated for a moment.

The camera focused on Lu Yu.

click-

I pressed the shutter, capturing his moment of high spirits.

The school leaders frowned when they saw the students pulling out their phones, but they didn't dare to say anything.

After everyone put down their phones, Lu Yu turned to look at the speechless deputy factory director, Ji Yiwei.

"Then the bonus is mine, right? Ji, Deputy Factory Director?"

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