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A voice suddenly came from the back of the classroom.

"Slap, slap, slap!"

Teacher Wang led the applause.

Then the others followed suit.

Teacher Wang took another look at the boy on the podium who hadn't fully grown up yet, and the light in his eyes clearly changed.

Noticing Zhang Hengyuan approaching, he asked, "Old Zhang, where did you find this child prodigy?"

Zhang Hengyuan gave a wry smile: "I didn't find him, he just popped up on his own."

Zhang Hengyuan then briefly recounted how he met Su Zhou.

Teacher Wang said thoughtfully, "In that case, this child should participate in the Western Mathematics Invitational Competition."

Zhang Hengyuan was stunned.

The Western China Mathematics Invitational Tournament, officially known as the "Western China Mathematics Invitational Tournament," is organized by the Chinese Mathematical Olympiad Committee. It is primarily a high school mathematics competition for students in western China, although international teams sometimes participate as well.

This competition is positioned in a very special way, with a difficulty level between the National High School Mathematics League and the China Mathematical Olympiad (CMO). To put it simply, it is at the semi-final level of the National High School Mathematics Competition.

All the contestants were high school elites from top-performing schools in their respective provinces.

"Teacher Wang, he's only 13 years old and hasn't received any systematic training yet," Zhang Hengyuan reminded him.

"I know, but think about it. The high school league selection has already ended. Even if you want him to participate in the official high school league, the earliest you can do so is next September. That's a whole year of waiting. Are you going to let a kid of this level just wait around? He'll be waiting forever."

Zhang Hengyuan didn't respond. He shared the same feeling, but he wanted to hear Teacher Wang's thoughts.

Teacher Wang continued, "He's still young, but he's already skipped a grade and is now a high school student. It doesn't matter if he doesn't perform well; losing isn't shameful."

Teacher Wang glanced at the blackboard filled with writing and said meaningfully, "Based on his performance just now, he might not necessarily fail to get a good grade."

Zhang Hengyuan pondered for a moment.

"The team members from Chongming Middle School have already been decided. It would be inappropriate to change them at this point."

"What's inappropriate about it?" Teacher Wang waved her hand. "You said it yourself, Su Zhou came in first place in the selection test. Who can object to letting the first-place winner compete? Who would object to him getting first place?"

Zhang Hengyuan was taken aback by these words.

"Okay, I'll report it."

Chen Feng and the others had extremely mixed feelings at this moment.

I wanted to ask a question, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I had no choice but to pretend that I understood.

Seeing that no one was asking questions, Su Zhou stepped down from the podium.

Teacher Wang continued the lesson. After Su Zhou's actions, Chen Feng and the others felt the competitive pressure even more, so they listened very attentively during Teacher Wang's class, which pleased Teacher Wang greatly.

After class, Su Zhou leaned close to Zhang Hengyuan and whispered, "Coach, about the classroom..."

Zhang Hengyuan slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot, that classroom you use to teach students from other schools, right?"

Su Zhou nodded.

"Okay, I'll put in a good word for you. There's a multi-functional classroom on the fourth floor of the main building that's usually unused after school. I'll talk to the academic affairs office and get you temporary access."

"Thank you, coach."

Zhang Hengyuan waved his hand, repeatedly telling Su Zhou not to let lecturing interfere with his studies.

Su Zhou thought to himself, how could he dare to delay? After all, he had to complete the neural network task, and he couldn't even keep up with his studies, so completing the task would only be more hopeless.

After Zhang Hengyuan left, Su Zhou took out his phone from his pocket and sent a message to Zhao Zixuan.

"The classroom is arranged. Tomorrow after school, have those eleven people come to Chongming Middle School in the multi-functional classroom on the fourth floor of the main building."

Zhao Zixuan replied with a voice message immediately.

Holy crap!

The voice message was short, but the volume was so loud that Su Zhou quickly turned off his phone's volume.

That evening, at 7:30.

Zhao Zixuan appeared at the math olympiad training class.

"Here you go, the stuff has arrived." Zhao Zixuan unzipped the canvas bag, revealing neatly stacked notebooks inside.

Each notebook has four large characters printed on its cover: "Zhou's Secret Manual".

The line below in smaller print reads: Competitive Mathematics: Thinking Training System.

"Wow, this looks pretty good." A boy in a blue and white school uniform grabbed a book and started reading.

Others also gathered around, each taking a book.

"Hey, look here. Some of the questions have markings next to them, like asterisks, triangles, and circles. What do these mean? And why are they all different?" a girl with a ponytail asked, pointing to the symbols on the pages.

Zhao Zixuan peeked over and said, "Oh, this is a note that Su Zhou added himself. It won't affect your learning, just ignore it."

Zhao Zixuan handed out the last book and clapped his hands: "There's more good news. Su Zhou can teach everyone after school tomorrow."

"So fast?"

Where can I access it?

"Chongming Middle School, our school."

Zhao Zixuan said, "Just come over after school, I'll pick you up at the school gate."

"Chongming Middle School? We can attend classes at your school?"

"Don't worry, the venue has been arranged; we've already contacted everyone."

I can actually go to school!

That's quite a show of power!

In an instant, Su Zhou's image in their hearts became even more impressive.

The eyes of all eleven people lit up at the same time.

The excited voices suddenly grew louder.

"I'll definitely be there tomorrow!"

"I want to sit in the first row!"

"Me too!"

The noise traveled down the corridor into the classroom.

Teacher Han, who was in charge of the class, walked in.

He walked out of the classroom, glanced at the students huddled together in the corridor with their colorful notebooks, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"What are you doing? Gathered together as soon as get out of class ends, what are you carrying?"

He reached out and pulled a copy of "The Boat-Style Secret Manual" from the nearest student, flipping through two pages.

"What kind of nonsense is this?" Teacher Han slammed the notebook shut, her tone unfriendly. "Who gave you this? You dare to look at things of dubious origin? Some of you are about to prepare for the Western Invitational Tournament, what are you doing getting distracted at a time like this?"

He glanced around, and every student lowered their head under his gaze.

"Focus on what you're supposed to learn and don't get misled by those unorthodox teaching materials." Teacher Han casually placed her notebook on the windowsill, turned around, and walked out of the classroom.

After he left, the girl with the ponytail immediately took the notebook from the windowsill and stuffed it into her bag.

Everyone else calmly put away their notebooks.

Teenagers will naturally bow their heads when scolded by their teachers, but even if they bow their heads, they will still do what they were supposed to do.

Teacher Han's words were like the commands for classroom exercises to them; they listened, but who took them seriously?

The next day, after school at Chongming Middle School, a scene unlike any other appeared at the school gate.

Eleven students, dressed in different school uniforms, gathered in twos and threes near the security booth at the school gate.

The blue and white striped ones are from No. 3 Middle School, the gray pullovers are from Yucai Middle School, the dark green jackets are from Experimental Middle School, and there are two others wearing dark blue uniforms who look like they're from private schools.

The colorful display was very eye-catching.

The security guard leaned out of the window, looked everyone up and down, and called out, "Who are you looking for?"

"We're here for class," a boy in a gray school uniform blurted out.

The security guard looked at the group of brightly colored students with a puzzled expression.

Are you here for class?

Whose student is this?