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After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yifan leaned back in his chair, the task previously issued by the system echoing in his mind.

Apply to Tsinghua University's economics program and receive a cash reward of 100 million yuan.

He turned on his computer and checked the curriculum and career prospects for this major.

I discovered that Tsinghua University's economics program admits very few students each year, and its faculty is among the best in Tsinghua. Graduates are found in high-level positions in both the political and business sectors of China.

In another timeline, Shen Zhiyi graduated from this major and gradually rose to the position of a female entrepreneur.

A hundred million is certainly tempting, but he cares more about something else.

If he chooses this major, Shen Zhiyi will most likely choose this major as well.

With one major and two people, after four years of university, are we still worried about not having a chance to break through that barrier?

As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Zhang Yifan was still grinning foolishly at the computer screen when his phone suddenly exploded.

Just as Zhang Yifan was still grinning foolishly, Zong Wen called.

Then came a deafening shout of "Brother Fan!"

Zhang Yifan moved the phone a few centimeters away from his ear.

Zong Wen could be heard excitedly on the other end, as if he'd won the lottery: "Why was your phone constantly busy? I've been calling since nine o'clock, and it's been busy the whole time. Were you having a long phone conversation with someone? Was it Shen Zhiyi?"

Before Zhang Yifan could answer, Zong Wen cut the conversation short.

"Okay, okay, I don't care about that. Fan, I got 532! I passed the first-tier university entrance exam! Tang Xiaonuan got 539! We're only seven points apart! Seven points! Do you know what that means? Our scores are just enough to apply to the same city!"

"Well done, kid. You did really well on the test." Zhang Yifan leaned back in his chair, his tone genuinely pleased. "But, Laowen, you've changed. You used to share everything with me first."

Zong Wen chuckled, neither confirming nor denying, and threw the topic back: "Don't talk about me, Fan-ge, what did you get? I've been refreshing the score checking system for ages and it still doesn't show up. I was so anxious I almost broke the mouse."

Just as Zhang Yifan was about to speak, he heard the sound of the living room door opening, followed by Fu Kai's familiar voice.

Congratulations, Zhang Yifan's father!

He said into the phone, "I'll talk to you later, Lao Fu is at my house," and then hung up.

Zongwen said "You go ahead and do your thing" and only realized what Lao Fu was doing at Fan Ge's house after the call ended.

Just as he hung up the phone, Liu Guilan pushed open the bedroom door.

Her expression was agitated, and she spoke more than twice as fast as usual: "Come out quickly! The principal and teachers are here! Don't keep them waiting!"

Zhang Yifan walked out of the bedroom, and several people were standing in the living room.

The new principal, surnamed Zheng, was in his forties. He wore a dark blue executive jacket, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked at Zhang Yifan as if he were looking at a gold brick he had unexpectedly found.

He had only been in office at No. 1 Middle School for less than a month, and before he could even settle into his new position, he had already secured the top spot in the entire province.

He never imagined such a good thing would happen to him in his life, so he had to make the most of it, more so than anyone else.

He patted Zhang Yifan on the shoulder, a gentle but firm touch, and said earnestly, "Zhang Yifan, you are the pride of our school! Your achievement of ranking first in the province this time has not only brought glory to yourself, but also to the school and the entire education system of Jinan! On behalf of all the teachers and students of our school, I extend my warmest congratulations to you!"

After he finished speaking, he took half a step back and nodded to the school leaders next to him.

The group understood each other at the same time and waved to the door.

Two staff members who were waiting in the corridor carried in a plaque that was half a person tall. The plaque was draped with a red silk ribbon and had four large golden characters engraved on the front: "Top Scholar".

Following behind was a staff member carrying a red display board with several lines of eye-catching white text: Jicheng No.1 Middle School awards 1 million yuan to the provincial champion.

Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan stood beside the sofa, watching as the plaque and display board were neatly placed in the center of the living room by the staff. Their expressions seemed frozen in place.

The impact of a million dollars in tangible assets is on a completely different level than the figures previously reported by university admissions offices.

Those were just verbal promises; this is a real, tangible cash reward right in front of you!

Principal Zheng stood beside the plaque, gesturing for the staff to tidy up the red ribbon, then turned around, his tone more solemn than before:

"Zhang Yifan, this plaque inscribed with 'Top Scholar' represents the heartfelt wishes of all the teachers and students of our school."

This million-dollar scholarship is a reward from the school for you, and also a support for your future studies.

I hope that after you enter university, you will continue to carry forward the spirit of No. 1 High School and become a pillar of the nation as soon as possible.

Our school hasn't produced a provincial top scorer in over a decade. You've filled that void for us, and on behalf of the school, I thank you.

After the principal finished speaking, the school leaders next to him nodded, their expressions varying. Some were genuinely proud, some were silently calculating whether the million-dollar sum was worth it, and some were secretly watching the principal's expression and applauding along with him.

Principal Zheng had his own agenda.

He had just arrived at the school and hadn't yet cleaned up the mess left by his predecessor. He was worried about not having any achievements to make, when suddenly he was awarded the top spot in the entire province.

With this prestigious reputation, as soon as the admission brochure for No. 1 Middle School was sent to all junior high schools this year, parents were scrambling to get their children into No. 1 Middle School.

With improved student quality, even if no provincial top scorers emerge in three years, the undergraduate admission rate will definitely jump significantly.

In any case, this is a political achievement that has been delivered to him!

Once his term is up, with these achievements to his name, who else would he promote if not him?

Next up is the photo session.

Zhang Yifan stood next to the plaque that read "Top Scholar in the Imperial Examination," with Principal Zheng on his left and Fu Kai on his right, holding up a red display board with the words "one million" printed on it.

The flashbulbs went off several times, and all the school leaders' phone cameras were pointed at him. Zhang Yifan wore a polite smile, but he had only one thought in his mind.

For the first time in his life, he felt that even laughing could be tiring.

After the photo was taken, the principal personally handed the one million yuan check to Zhang Yifan, patted him on the shoulder, and then took his leave with the school leaders.

Fu Kai walked at the back, and only after the sound of the principal and the others' footsteps disappeared in the corridor did he turn around, walk up to Zhang Yifan, and gently punch him a few times in the chest.

The force was very light, but her eyes were a little red.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something long and rambling, but in the end he only said, "Good lad! You really make your teacher proud."

Zhang Yifan smiled and invited him to the graduation party in a couple of days. Fu Kai said he would definitely come, and then turned around and went downstairs.

After the door closed, Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan remained standing there, their eyes fixed on the plaque and the check in the center of the living room.

The two exchanged a glance, not yet knowing what to say to process this series of shocks, when the doorbell rang again.

Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan simultaneously jumped up from the sofa, exchanged a glance, and exclaimed in unison, "No way, they're doing it again?"