Don't underestimate the poor and elderly; I was thrilled to refuse the class beauty's adva

When the doorbell rang, Zhang Yifan was also a little stunned.

People from the admissions office have come. Tsinghua University, Peking University, Fudan University, and Zhejiang University have all come in turn. Even Principal Zheng from No. 1 High School came to our door with a plaque that read "Top Scholar" and a check for one million yuan.

Everything that should have come and everything that shouldn't have come has come. Who else could it be?

Just then, that familiar electronic voice exploded in his mind.

【Ding--】

After the host was detected as the top scorer in the college entrance examination, it actually alarmed Shen Huaishan, the former secretary of the Shandong Provincial Party Committee who had been retired for many years!

This former Party Secretary served as the mayor of Jinan City when the host was 18 and taking the college entrance examination. During his tenure, he was known for his approachability and pragmatism and was deeply loved by the people.

After retiring, he lived a secluded life in the suburbs, growing flowers and vegetables, and detached himself from worldly affairs.

It seems that the host's achievement of becoming the top scorer in the provincial exam at the age of 68 inspired this old Party Secretary's fighting spirit! At the age of 90, he conceived the idea of ​​trying again!

[Task posted: Help the former Party Secretary return to the system.]

[Mission Reward: Physical Fitness +10]

[Task Difficulty: Extremely Difficult]

【Task Description: Although the aging population in Longguo is serious and the retirement age has been adjusted to 80, Secretary Shen has been retired for ten years and is now over the age limit.

Getting a 90-year-old former leader to re-employ is no less difficult than getting Tsinghua University to reopen a discontinued major. Please, host, give up on that idea!

Zhang Yifan froze on the spot.

What the heck is this 90-year-old Party Secretary who wants to try his luck again?

He took a deep breath, temporarily setting aside the system's absurd announcement, and extracted the only useful information from it.

This former Party Secretary was still serving as the mayor of Jinan City when he was eighteen years old.

In other words, his achievement of becoming the top scorer in the province alarmed the city, and the mayor of Jinan City was going to come and congratulate him in person.

As for that task, the physical attributes bonus of +10 is something he's very familiar with.

The addition of ten points to his IQ completely transformed his problem-solving approach, while the addition of ten points to his charm allowed him to reap the benefits of his good looks; each effect was immediate.

Although he was already in good physical condition.

With Jeet Kune Do mastery, one can take on more than a dozen people without breaking a sweat.

But who wouldn't want to be healthier?

The system is here to offer help again.

As he was thinking, Zhang Rongshan had already opened the door.

The person standing at the door wasn't some important figure as one might expect, but rather Aunt Wang, the neighbor who lived downstairs.

Grandma Wang was leaning against the door frame with one hand and clutching her chest with the other. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and she was panting heavily.

She had obviously just climbed up from the first floor; those few floors of stairs had nearly killed her.

But before she could catch her breath, she saw the door open and immediately took a step forward, her voice loud and urgent, echoing in the hallway:

"Rongshan! Quick—quick—you and your family go downstairs and check! A convoy of cars has arrived at the entrance of our community, specifically asking for Yifan!"

Zhang Rongshan was completely bewildered and quickly ushered Aunt Wang into the house: "Aunt Wang, please catch your breath. What convoy? Whose convoy is it?"

"How would I know them!"

Grandma Wang leaned against the door frame, bent over, panting heavily.

"Anyway, there were a lot of black cars, all shiny and clean, with little flags stuck on the front."

I've never seen such a big scene in my life. There were so many people gathered at the entrance, all blocking the way to watch.

I was afraid you wouldn't know, so I came up here first to tell you.

Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan exchanged a glance, both with the same confusion on their faces.

Who is this deity?

The college admissions office has come, and the principal of No. 1 High School has come with a plaque and a check. Today has been surreal enough, but why is there a convoy chasing us all the way to the entrance of our residential area?

The couple looked at Zhang Yifan simultaneously, hoping to find the answer from their son.

Zhang Yifan said calmly, "Dad, Mom, you'd better dress more formally this time. We really have some important people coming."

Zhang Rongshan paused for a moment, then laughed, shaking his head and waving his hand:

"Son, stop trying to fool us. University professors have come, and the university president has come too. What kind of scene haven't your mother and I seen all day long?"

Professors from Tsinghua University and Peking University directly tried to recruit me, and the university president even came to my door with a plaque. I've never seen more of this in my entire life.

What kind of big shot could possibly scare us?

Even if you're the top scorer in the province, would the mayor really take time out of his busy schedule to personally come and congratulate you?

Zhang Yifan shrugged, neither confirming nor denying, and said, "I'm going downstairs first," before turning and walking downstairs.

He walked at a leisurely pace, his hands in his pockets, as if he were taking a walk downstairs.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the hallway as he walked away.

Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

Zhang Rongshan looked at his wife, his expression, which had just been so certain that "it couldn't possibly be any important person," beginning to soften. His lips moved slightly: "Could it really be the mayor?"

Liu Guilan put down the Fudan University brochure in her hand: "Why don't you go and take a look?"

Zhang Rongshan grabbed his wife, who had already reached the door, his voice trembling: "Quick! Find me something more formal!"

Liu Guilan shook off his hand and strode into the bedroom.

The wardrobe door was suddenly pulled open, and the clinking of the clothes hangers was particularly crisp in the quiet bedroom.

She rummaged through the items for a while, pulled out a white shirt, looked at it, and stuffed it back in. Then she pulled out a dark jacket, looked at it, and stuffed it back in as well.

After several seconds, she finally came out carrying a neatly ironed white shirt and a pair of dark trousers, and stuffed them into Zhang Rongshan's arms.

This white shirt is Zhang Rongshan's most treasured battle robe.

The last time I wore it was to attend Zhang Yifan's coming-of-age ceremony in his senior year of high school, and I haven't been able to bear taking it out since.

It's always been hanging at the very back of the wardrobe, covered with a dust cover, and ironed smoother than the tablecloths in the store.

"Hurry up and change! Your hair is a complete mess, I'll go get a comb..."

Zhang Rongshan frantically tried to unbutton his clothes, his fingers trembling violently with excitement, and it took him several tries to finally get the first button undone.

He simply pulled the shirt off his head, and after putting the new shirt on, he couldn't find the cuffs even after trying to put his arms into the sleeves twice.

Liu Guilan had already come over with a comb. Seeing his expression, she couldn't help but laugh: "Didn't you say you'd seen it all? You weren't even flustered if the mayor wasn't here?"

"Stop talking! Stop talking! Who would have thought the mayor would actually come! Quick, check if my collar is turned up properly... and the buttons! Are they buttoned up correctly?!"

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

He cursed and frantically untied and re-tied it, his fingers still trembling.

Liu Guilan stepped forward to help him straighten his collar and then checked his buttons one by one from top to bottom.

After confirming that the belt wasn't tied incorrectly, I patted him on the chest, the force neither too light nor too heavy, as if to help him catch his breath, or perhaps to encourage him:

"Alright, let's go."

Don't panic when you go downstairs, you're the father of the number one in the whole province!

The presidents of Tsinghua University and Peking University have already come today, so why are you panicking over seeing the mayor?

"Act like a real father."

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