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The principal's voice could still be heard from the telephone receiver on the table: "Teacher Fu? Teacher Fu, are you still there?"

Fu Kai quickly sniffed, wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve, and then put the phone back to his ear:

"Yes, yes, I'm here! Principal, I'm here."

The principal told him to get ready and go to Zhang Yifan's house with him.

The admissions offices of various universities are frantic, calling the president's office directly to ask for Zhang Yifan's information.

They asked for his home address, his parents' contact information, and his usual academic ranking, even trying to find out what extracurricular classes Zhang Yifan had attended as a child.

Fu Kai readily agreed. After hanging up the phone, he rummaged through his drawer for a while before finally finding a crumpled student information registration form. He pointed to Zhang Yifan's entry, took a deep breath, and dialed Zhang Rongshan's number.

Meanwhile, in his office, the principal straightened his tie in front of the mirror and pushed the documents on his desk aside to make room for something clean.

He had only been working at the No. 1 Middle School for less than a month, and before he had even settled into his new position, he had already achieved the top ranking in the entire province.

This year, No. 1 High School also produced one of the top ten in the province: Shen Zhiyi, with a score of 710.

In previous years, this would have easily made him the top student in the school, but this year, a prodigy named Zhang Yifan emerged, surpassing Shen Zhiyi.

But Shen Zhiyi's father is a leader in the provincial education department, so the admissions office would probably have called home directly long ago, and he, as the principal, wouldn't need to worry about it.

The most pressing matter right now is dealing with Zhang Yifan.

The more he thought about it, the happier he felt. He couldn't help but mutter to himself in the mirror, "Thanks to the former principal for his recklessness, I got a huge advantage."

After saying that, he hummed a song and walked out the door. A slightly off-key tune echoed in the corridor. It was hard to tell what the song was, but the melody was cheerful.

Zhang Rongshan was wiping the incense ash next to the dishes of dried fruit on the coffee table with a rag when his phone rang.

He picked it up and saw that the caller ID read "Teacher Fu".

His hand trembled slightly, and he quickly placed the rag on the coffee table, pressed the answer button, and unconsciously raised his voice by half an octave: "Teacher Fu! Hello, hello!"

Fu Kai's voice on the other end of the phone was fast and urgent, and one sentence from him froze Zhang Rongshan in place.

"Congratulations, Zhang Yifan's dad! Zhang Yifan got the highest score in the province, 723! The principal and I are on our way to your house right now. Please stay home and don't go out! The admissions offices from Tsinghua University and Peking University should be arriving soon, so please don't wander off!"

Zhang Rongshan held his phone, his whole being seemingly frozen in time.

He stood beside the coffee table, mouth agape, eyes fixed on the clivia next to the television, a plant he had been growing for years but had never bloomed.

Liu Guilan poked her head out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula. Seeing his appearance, she was startled: "Whose call was that? What happened?"

Zhang Rongshan put his phone on the coffee table and turned to look at Liu Guilan.

His lips were trembling, and his voice was trembling too.

"It's Teacher Fu calling... Our son got first place in the whole province! 723 points! First place in the whole province!"

The spatula in Liu Guilan's hand fell to the ground, bounced, and rolled to the side of the table leg.

The two stared at each other for several seconds before Liu Guilan bent down, picked up the spatula, and placed it on the dining table.

Then she took off her apron and draped it over the back of the chair, saying in a trembling voice that was trying to remain calm but had completely failed:

"Alright, calm down. Hurry up and get ready, the principal and teachers will be here soon! Look, you've buttoned your shirt wrong!"

Zhang Rongshan looked down and realized that the buttons were indeed fastened incorrectly; the second button was buttoned into the eye of the third.

He frantically unbuttoned and re-buttoned, but it was still crooked after a long time.

Liu Guilan went over and helped him unbutton and rebutton his clothes one by one. After she finished, she patted him on the chest with a light slap, as if to help him catch his breath, or as if to confirm that this was not a dream.

In Zhang Yifan's bedroom, the phone screen lit up briefly.

An official newsletter from the provincial admissions office popped up—Zhang Yifan, examination admission ticket number XXXX, total score 723, ranked first in the province.

He was looking down at the text message when that familiar electronic voice suddenly exploded in his head.

【Ding--】

[Congratulations, host, on completing this stage of the mission: Take the college entrance examination and achieve excellent results!]

[Task Evaluation: Good heavens!!! The system simply can't believe it!!!]

You, a 68-year-old scavenger, actually scored 723 points on the exam!

You should know that when you were eighteen, you only scored 680 points despite your best efforts. Now that you're nearing seventy, you're getting more and more amazing with age!

Do you secretly work out math problems with old newspapers after collecting recyclables in the shantytown every morning? Or do you devour all the old textbooks you find?

The system has the utmost respect for you!

[Mission Reward: 10 million RMB in cash has been credited to your account. Current account balance: 15.8 million RMB.]

Seeing his bank card balance increase again, Zhang Yifan decided to forgive the system's unreasonable congratulations.

Forget it, why bother arguing with a system that can never figure out the timeline?

But then another electronic voice followed, this time with a more serious tone.

【Ding--】

[The system has detected that the host is about to face the choice of school and major. Task issued: Apply to Tsinghua University's economics program, the same program Shen Zhiyi once studied.]

[Task Description: Tsinghua University's Economics program is a top-tier discipline in the field of economics in China, having cultivated countless political and business elites. Shen Zhiyi is one of the best graduates from this program, and has risen to become China's youngest female entrepreneur.]

[Task Difficulty: Extremely Difficult]

[Reason: With the rapid development of AI technology, the analytical models of traditional economic experts have long been completely replaced by artificial intelligence.]

The economics program at National Tsing Hua University was officially discontinued 15 years ago, and its faculty was incorporated into the School of Data Science.

How can you expect a top university that has discontinued this major for 15 years to reopen a course that no longer exists for a 68-year-old scavenger?

This isn't just making things difficult for Tsinghua University; it's making things difficult for the entire higher education system in China.

[Task Reward: 100 million RMB in cash.]

Zhang Yifan sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the long string of zeros on the screen, completely dumbfounded.

One hundred million?

The rewards from this dog system are getting more and more generous.

If this task were actually issued when he was 68 years old, he would probably give the system a good dressing down.

Asking an old man who collects recyclables to get Tsinghua University to reopen a major that was eliminated 15 years ago?

This is no joke!

But he is only eighteen years old now, and Tsinghua University's economics program is still thriving. It is clearly printed in the admission brochure every year, and the admission score has consistently ranked among the top three in Tsinghua University.

He just got a hundred million for free!

He carefully saved the screenshot of the text message on his phone screen, stood up in high spirits, opened the bedroom door, and prepared for the upcoming battle among the admissions offices to recruit him.

I love you so much, system!