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"I plan to have these eleven people attend class together," Su Zhou said. "We'll have intensive teaching for an hour and a half, so we can get it all done in one session."

"Even if they want to pay for more classes later, they will still have to follow this model."

Zhao Zixuan slapped his thigh: "Great idea! Then come to my house. My living room is big enough; I can just put a few chairs in."

Su Zhou recalled the subtle look Zhao Zixuan's mother had given him earlier, shook his head, and said, "It's not appropriate."

"Why is it inappropriate?" Zhao Zixuan didn't catch the hidden meaning.

"Eleven people, staying at your house for an hour and a half, would your mother agree to that?"

Zhao Zixuan thought for a moment.

Eleven unfamiliar children made a racket in my living room for an hour and a half...

He imagined the scene for a moment, then shook his head: "Indeed, my mom would probably go crazy."

"It would be best to do it at a school," Su Zhou said. "Chongming Middle School, borrow an empty classroom after school."

"Chongming Middle School? Your school?" Zhao Zixuan's eyes widened.

"Um."

"That won't do, bro," Zhao Zixuan said with a troubled expression. "How can the school let students from other schools just walk in? You won't even get past the security guards. If a dozen or so people in different school uniforms stand at the school gate, won't the security guards think they're here to cause trouble?"

Su Zhou picked up his schoolbag and slung it over his shoulder.

"I'll go to the school and ask tomorrow."

"Ask who? The principal?" Zhao Zixuan felt this was highly unlikely. "The school leaders, you, a student, go to them and ask to borrow a classroom for someone from another school? Forget about them agreeing, they'd be lucky if they didn't think you were crazy."

"Let's try it out first." Su Zhou was already putting on her shoes.

Although Zhao Zixuan said it was impossible, he had already started thinking of a way out for Su Zhou in his heart.

After all, the two of them are now essentially tied together. Su Zhou is responsible for producing notes and teaching classes, while he is responsible for distribution channels and student recruitment—a standard partnership model.

Su Zhou's affairs are his affairs.

If all else fails, he'll ask his dad for help!

As it turned out, his father was away on a business trip that night and didn't come back at all.

Zhao Zixuan pursed his lips.

Well, this path is temporarily blocked. Let's see what happens with Su Zhou tomorrow.

He silently gave Su Zhou a score for his chances of success.

I think the success rate is at most five percent.

The next morning, after the third period.

Just as Su Zhou finished her morning exercises and the broadcast was still playing the final notes of "The Times Are Calling," she saw Coach Zhang Hengyuan standing by the playground, holding a piece of paper in his hand, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Upon seeing Su Zhou, Zhang Hengyuan waved to him.

"Gather everyone, all those who have been selected, in the office."

Ten minutes later, eight people were standing in the math teaching and research group office on the third floor of the school.

Su Zhou looked around and saw familiar faces everywhere.

Zhao Zixuan leaned against the window and winked at him.

Song Yuhan stood on the far left, holding her textbook, her expression indifferent, looking quite preoccupied.

Li Minghui and Chen Feng stood together. Chen Feng crossed his arms, expressionless. His gaze paused slightly when it swept over Su Zhou, then quickly looked away.

Su Zhou wasn't very familiar with the remaining three people.

Zhang Hengyuan closed the door and put the paper in his hand on the table.

"The list is out. The eight of you have been selected for this year's inter-school training team for the National Higher Education League."

He picked up the paper, glanced at it, and spoke slowly but decisively.

"Su Zhou, Zhao Zixuan, Chen Feng, Li Minghui, Song Yuhan, Zhou Ziwen, Liu Yiming, and Sun Jiahao, a total of eight people."

He paused for a moment, then looked up: "The training camp will start next week, with the last two classes on Wednesday and Friday afternoons, plus half a day on Saturday mornings, for two months, until the preliminary round of next year's National High School League."

"That means that during the training camp, five of your regular classes will be taken up each week."

The air seemed to freeze slightly.

Zhou Ziwen was the first to raise his hand: "Coach, what about the classes we missed? Physics and English..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Yuhan nodded, her hesitation barely concealed.

"I'm worried about this too," Song Yuhan said in a low voice. "My mom said that if my grades in other subjects drop, she won't let me continue participating in competitions."

Two of the other three new faces also looked hesitant.

Zhang Hengyuan leaned against the podium, his hands crossed.

He seemed to have anticipated this problem.

"I'll tell you the truth, whether you listen or not is up to you."

"Going down the path of competitions will inevitably involve some sacrifices, that's a fact, I'm not lying to you. Your physics, English, and even Chinese classes will be affected, these are objective costs."

"But it is also true that if you can win the provincial first prize in the high school league, then even if your college entrance examination score is only up to the first-tier university admission line, the door to a 985 university will be open to you."

He held up one finger.

"A first prize in a province is equivalent to scoring 60 or 70 points higher than others. If you qualify for the IMO national team, you can be directly admitted to Tsinghua or Peking University without even having to take the college entrance examination."

The calculation wasn't complicated; everyone present was intelligent, and they figured it out almost instantly.

Song Yuhan bit her lip and didn't say anything more, but her hesitation had clearly eased a lot.

Zhou Ziwen also withdrew his raised hand.

Zhang Hengyuan nodded: "Of course, I don't force anyone. If you really feel it's not suitable for you, it's okay to withdraw now. The spot can be filled by another person. I'll give you a day to consider it and give me an answer before noon tomorrow."

No one stepped forward to say they were quitting.

"Okay, that's settled for now." Zhang Hengyuan patted the list on the table. "Get ready for the first class."

Su Zhou's mind was racing.

The high school training camp takes up five class periods every week. In addition, he has already made a pledge to Teacher Zhou that his total score in the monthly exam next month must be in the top ten of the class. With these two things overlapping, it is impossible for him not to be busy.

This means he must finish teaching those eleven students as soon as possible; he can't delay any longer.

To hold classes, a venue is needed.

Zhang Hengyuan might be able to solve the venue problem.

"Coach." Su Zhou saw Zhang Hengyuan leave and chased after him.

"Su Zhou, is there anything else?"

There's something I'd like to tell you.

Su Zhou got straight to the point: "I compiled a set of Olympiad math teaching notes, and I sold eleven copies at an Olympiad math enrichment class."

Zhang Hengyuan paused, then asked, "How much?"

"Eleven portions, and I sold each for five hundred and fifty dollars."

Zhang Hengyuan's lips twitched.

Five hundred and fifty times eleven equals six thousand and fifty yuan!

A junior high school student earned over six thousand yuan by selling notes?

Zhang Hengyuan has been mentoring students in the competition circle for several years and has seen many geniuses, but this is the first person who can turn his knowledge into cash flow.

"You've got a good head on your sleeve," he remarked, his tone laced with admiration but mostly surprise. "And then?"

"I plan to give these eleven people who bought the notes a group of classes as part of after-sales service."

Zhang Hengyuan understood: "So you need a venue?"

"Yes, I want to borrow an empty classroom after school."

Zhang Hengyuan did not answer immediately, but leaned back in his chair and looked at Su Zhou.

He had high hopes for Su Zhou, but he never expected Su Zhou to be so capable.

She can sell her math olympiad notes at high prices and also teach her own classes...

He had never seen it before.

"May I take a look at your notes?" Zhang Hengyuan asked curiously. What kind of notes could sell for 550?

Su Zhou took out a book called "Zhou's Secret Manual" from his handbag and handed it over.

Zhang Hengyuan took it.

He opened the first topic module: Fundamentals of Number Theory, Divisibility and Congruence.

The explanation of core concepts is concise and accurate, which is not surprising; any standard textbook can do that.

What really made Zhang Hengyuan raise his eyebrows was the "cognitive steps" section.

Under each core concept, there are two to three carefully designed preparatory questions. These questions are not difficult in themselves, but each one precisely targets the cognitive obstacles that students are most likely to encounter when learning the concept.

After completing the introductory questions, the explanation of the core concepts will almost inevitably bring a sense of clarity and understanding.

Then comes the variation training, with an extremely sophisticated difficulty gradient. The first challenge makes you feel "I've got it," the second makes you feel "I seem to be missing something," and the third makes you feel "So this is true understanding."

The final thought test section was even more amazing.

It's not a simple exercise or test, but a set of open-ended questions that force students to rephrase the concepts they've just learned in their own words. Essentially, it's testing whether the knowledge has truly been internalized.

Zhang Hengyuan flipped through it for more than ten minutes.

He originally only intended to browse casually, but ended up reading through two and a half topics in one go.

Then he closed the presentation and looked up at Su Zhou with a changed expression.

"Didn't this material reference other teaching materials?"

"The methodology is my own, and the questions come from various sources. Some are adapted from past competition questions, and some are created by myself."

Zhang Hengyuan fell silent.

He had seen many so-called "internal lecture notes" and "exclusive secrets" in the competition circle. Most of them were just disassembling and reorganizing the contents of a few classic textbooks, changing the cover, and then using them to scam money.

But Su Zhou's is different.

This is not a simple transfer of knowledge; it contains a complete set of instructional design ideas. The position of each step and the angle of each introductory question have been precisely calculated.

To put it bluntly, the instructional design of this product is superior to that of most textbooks used in Olympiad math training classes on the market.

He found it hard to believe that a 13-year-old student could come up with something so clearly.

Moreover, sometimes lecturing requires skills; otherwise, why would there be different levels among teachers?

Zhang Hengyuan quickly decided to test the other party first, so as not to be branded as a fraud after the other party gave lectures to students from other schools. He said, "It's possible, but you have to teach a class for our class first. How about this, you teach the first class."

Su Zhou was stunned.

I'm giving lessons to the school training team?