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Shen Zhiyi's message finally popped up.

It wasn't just one, but several in a row, as if they had been holding it in for a long time and then poured it all out at once.

She first sent a screenshot of the text message the admissions office had sent her.

With a total score of 710, he ranked ninth in the province.

She then posted several more pictures of college admissions officers visiting her home, saying that she only had time to check her phone after they left.

It also included a photo of a coffee table piled high with brochures from various schools, stacked like a small mountain.

The cover of the top book has the words "Welcome to Tsinghua University" printed in gold lettering.

Then she sent a smug kitten emoji and asked, "Are you going to admit defeat after seeing my results?"

Zhang Yifan's lips curled up slightly as he sent a screenshot of the text message from the provincial admissions office.

But before he could type, a phone call came in.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number from Beijing. He pressed the answer button, but before he could even say "feed," a panting voice came from the other end of the line.

It was as if he had just escaped from some kind of physical labor, or as if he had fought with someone to get this chance to make the call.

"Thank God! It still got through!"

Hello Zhang Yifan, I am Teacher Zhou from the Tsinghua University Admissions Office.

I'm on my way to your house now, and I'll be there in about twenty minutes!

Don't agree to any of the other schools' conditions yet, listen to me!

Tsinghua University can offer you a combined Bachelor's, Master's, and Doctoral program with any major you choose, full scholarship, and a special research start-up fund!

If you have specific requirements for your dormitory, we can arrange a private room for you!

If you don't like the food in Tsinghua University's cafeteria, we can cook special meals just for you!

Before Zhang Yifan could answer, a series of questions followed:

"I know other schools are definitely calling you too, especially Kyoto University. Their conditions are definitely not as good as ours!"

Our engineering programs at Tsinghua University are among the best in the country, and our lab equipment is state-of-the-art. If you want to get into a lab, you can do so right from the start of your freshman year!

There are also exchange programs abroad; you can go to whichever country you want!

Zhang Yifan moved the phone away from his ear slightly, but Professor Zhou's voice continued to boom from the receiver, describing everything from the lab equipment to Tsinghua University's campus internet speed without even taking a breath.

Zhang Yifan: As expected of a Tsinghua University professor, his eloquence is truly excellent!

Meanwhile, admissions officers from various universities frantically tried to call Zhang Yifan, but all the calls were busy.

As they redialed, they cursed inwardly, wondering which lucky bastard had called first.

Zhang Rongshan's phone also rang.

Zhang Rongshan was standing next to the coffee table rubbing his hands when he saw that the caller ID showed a Beijing number, so he quickly pressed the answer button.

The first thing he said was, "Hello Mr. Zhang! I'm Teacher Hu from the Admissions Office of Peking University!"

Congratulations on your son getting first place in the province!

Peking University can offer Zhang Yifan a combined Bachelor's, Master's, and Doctoral program with any major he/she can choose, full scholarship, plus an additional freshman scholarship!

Please don't agree to other schools yet...

Zhang Rongshan's mouth was open, but he couldn't get a word in edgewise.

The admissions officers at Peking University had already started chatting with him about everyday things.

"Mr. Zhang, what do you do for a living?"

"You own a restaurant? Your cooking skills must be excellent."

"Running a restaurant must be tough; you have to get up early and work late every day."

How have you been feeling lately?

"Is your blood pressure high?"

"Does your wife also help with the shop's operations?"

"Your child's excellence from such a young age must be inseparable from their family education!"

Zhang Rongshan had never spoken to a professor at Peking University in his entire life, and he never imagined that one day a professor from Peking University would care about his blood pressure, whether his shop was doing well, or whether his wife was also involved in the business.

He was flattered and answered each question, completely unaware that this was a little trick they were using to keep him on their line and prevent him from receiving calls from other schools.

Sure enough, several college admissions officers, seeing that they couldn't get through to Zhang Yifan by phone, switched their attention to Zhang Rongshan, only to find the line was busy...

Liu Guilan was in the kitchen when she heard Zhang Rongshan in the living room saying "Yes, yes, yes," "Right, right, right," and "Okay, okay, okay." She couldn't help but peek out to take a look.

Zhang Rongshan covered the microphone and mouthed to her, "Peking University!"

Liu Guilan's eyes widened. She ripped off her apron and threw it on the chair. She walked over to Zhang Rongshan and put her ear close to the back of the phone, listening intently.

On the other end of the phone, the professor from Peking University was still asking, "What are your hobbies?" Zhang Rongshan paused for a moment and said, "I like cooking." The professor immediately replied, "Cooking is good! Labor is the most glorious thing."

Liu Guilan, standing nearby, was so anxious that she kept pinching his arm and mouthing, "Stop talking to people about cooking, let's get down to business."

Zhang Rongshan covered the microphone and shook his head at her, meaning there was nothing he could do if she didn't hang up.

Shen Zhiyi sat on her bed in her bedroom, staring at the screenshot Zhang Yifan had sent her.

723 points, ranking first in the province.

She stood there stunned for a while, her little mouth unconsciously pouting slightly.

During the joint entrance exam, she was only one point lower than Zhang Yifan, and both of them scored less than 700. At that time, she felt that in the final stage, let alone improving by more than ten points, even improving by one point felt like peeling off a layer of skin.

She worked herself to the bone, doing practice problems until midnight every day.

She did all the practice exams she could find. In the days leading up to the exam, even her dad said, "Yiyi, you can't study anymore, or your eyes will be ruined."

But this person was thirteen points taller than her.

abnormal!

She poked Zhang Yifan's profile picture on the screen with her finger, as if she were poking his forehead.

But the thought only lasted a moment.

Isn't it precisely because she likes his excellence that she likes him?

With such a high score, you'll definitely be able to get into Tsinghua University with her!

A smile crept onto her face again. She sent him a pouting kitten emoji, then typed, "I lost. What do you want now?"

After the message was sent, the chat window remained silent.

She placed her phone next to her pillow and started reading a novel.

But her eyes kept glancing at her phone screen, and the chat window never showed any new messages. Suddenly, it dawned on her.

These university admissions offices are besieging Zhang Yifan.

After all, those teachers had just left her house, and she had already gone through the same process once.

Her father received calls from the admissions offices of three schools, her mother collected five brochures, and there's still a stack of school information materials that haven't been collected yet piled up on the coffee table.

She knew why Zhang Yifan wasn't replying, but she couldn't help but overthink: What would he ask for? Could it be that he wanted her to be his girlfriend?

Her face flushed slightly. She placed her phone face down on the bed, rolled over, then rolled back over, picked up her phone, glanced at it, but still didn't reply.

She buried her face in the pillow, her mind filled with only one thought: Should she say yes? Or should she say yes?