The county’s mathematics competition was still held at No. 1 Middle School.

October 29th, Sunday. Early in the morning, there were about two or three hundred contestants from the county No. 1 Middle School, No. 3 Middle School, Fushui Town, and other ten township middle schools, divided into junior high school groups and high school groups. They walked into different examination rooms according to their respective classroom numbers and seat numbers.

The test papers for this kind of competition should have been delivered by the county teaching and research department where Qiu Zhengliang was deputy director. However, Director Meng of the newly appointed county education bureau took the competition as a major event and personally went to Xingcheng, the provincial capital, to find a mathematics professor from Qingxi, and asked him to give out two sets of papers. Then he printed it in the normal university's school-run printing factory and brought it back for direct examination.

Director Meng's efforts were not in vain. These two sets of high-quality papers played their due role.

After handing over the test paper, most of the contestants walked out with pale faces, dull eyes and staggered steps. When they saw the teacher who was waiting outside the cordon, they instantly turned into villagers who had been ravaged under the iron hooves of the Japanese invaders for many years and finally met the relatives of the Eighth Route Army. Several classmates even rushed over and hugged the teacher and cried loudly, wondering how much grievance they suffered.

Qiu Haowen stood beside him, looking at these scenes, wondering. The question is a bit difficult, but it is not like this. It can only be said that the professors at Normal University are still of high standards, not just taking different strategies, and have the meaning of carefully solving problems. But how did these students make their lives? As for it?

At this time, Teacher Chen Xiangjun came over and asked slowly: "This time the test was given by Xiao Meng to Lao Shen from the Department of Mathematics of Provincial Normal University. It is very difficult. How do you think you can do the exam?"

"It's okay. I've finished it all, it's a bit difficult, but it's not too difficult." Qiu Haowen just finished speaking, and felt the eyes that came from around him condense into sword energy. Did the spiritual energy revived and someone turned into a horse? When he turned around, he found that it was the classmates and teachers around him looking at him very unfriendly.

"I'm leaving, I'm not humble at all." Chen Xiangjun patted Qiu Haowen's head angrily and amusedly, and scolded him.

The team leaders next to him basically knew Chen Xiangjun. It turned out to be a proud disciple he brought out. He really had awesome capital. His eyes when he looked at Qiu Haowen suddenly became much softer. The students' eyes were still sharp, and they were whizzing behind him, wishing they could poke Qiu Haowen's back with holes.

In the afternoon, the county teaching and research department organized the mathematics teachers of No. 1 and No. 3 Middle School to correct the papers in a classroom of No. 1 Middle School. According to the competition process, an award ceremony will be held tomorrow morning. After a meal at noon, the teachers and students from middle schools in various townships will rush back.

With standard answers in hand, the teachers make changes quickly and do not use the misunderstanding system. They only need to go through the review of the other two teachers before they can finally get the score.

"Laoqiu, Laoqiu!" A teacher was greeting Qiu Zhengliang. As the deputy director of the county teaching and research department, he would definitely not have to go out to correct the test papers in person, but just be responsible for arranging personnel and supervising the situation.

Seeing that a teacher he knew was greeting him, Qiu Zhengliang walked over.

"What's wrong with Lao Wang?"

"Qiu Haowen, is it you, a man?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I got a full mark."

Teacher Wang's words immediately attracted the attention of several other teachers around who were reviewing the scoring, "Old Qiu, yes, it's good to teach your children."

"As long as you can win a first prize, you can go to the region to participate in the competition. Lao Qiu, you teach physics, how can you teach Xiaoyazi so well?"

Qiu Zhengliang smiled so much that the folds on his face could kill the mosquitoes. He grinned and exposed his yellow teeth and replied: "Mathematics and physics are not separated, and mathematics and physics are not separated."

The teachers who corrected the papers and scored all laughed. At this time, they were not fully aware of the difficulty of this set of papers.

After all the students' grades were counted, the teachers looked at Qiu Zhengliang with a look of no sign of the opposite direction.

Director Cao of the county teaching and research department held the score table and looked at the name "Qiu Haowen" ranked first. He grabbed the loose hair on his head and couldn't help asking: "Lao Qiu, tell me, how did you teach your little sister's mathematics? First place or the only full mark. The second place's score was only 69 points, which is too far apart."

Qiu Zhengliang said that he was also very panicked.

The eldest daughter Qiu Aiguo and the second son Qiu Haoshui have carefully tutored mathematics, physics and chemistry, but the third son Qiu Hao asked him that he had never tutored. When Qiu Hao asked in the fifth grade, he asked him a geometric question: "A cube with an edge length a is connected to the center of the adjacent surface. What is the volume of the octahedral with these line segments as ridges?"

Although Qiu Zhengliang finally solved it, he had already developed serious doubts about his life and knowledge, because Qiu Haowen himself also solved it, and it was faster than him. From then on, Qiu Zhengliang no longer volunteered to tutor Qiu Haowen's study, especially mathematics.

"The key is that Teacher Chen Xiangjun teaches him well." Qiu Zhengliang changed his mind and suddenly thought of Qiu Haowen who had been learning mathematics with his friends, and said quickly. After that, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I was so smart.

Director Cao and others knew about the relationship between Qiu Zhengliang and Chen Xiangjun, so they couldn't help but shake their heads and said, "Teacher Chen really treats your little brother as a closed disciple. This can be regarded as giving away the gift."

That night, Qiu Zhengliang took Qiu Haowen and brought gifts to Chen Xiangjun's house to thank his teacher for his kindness.

Amid Qiu Zhengliang's unsuccessful thanks, Chen Xiangjun looked at Qiu Haowen meaningfully, but only occasionally answered a few times.

Before leaving, Chen Xiangjun deliberately fell behind, touched Qiu Haowen's head, and whispered: "Jizi, you are indeed a genius. You are still young now, so you need an umbrella to help you withstand the wind and rain. It's okay, I can still withstand it. Speaking of which, I'm still taking a big advantage. I hope you can use your talent to do something meaningful to our country."

At this time, people's thoughts were still so simple, and perhaps they only had so many ideas.

However, Chen Xiangjun's deep words made Qiu Haowen lie on the bed toss and turns, and he fell asleep until after twelve o'clock. The biological clock woke him up on time at 5:30.

He quietly washed up and changed his clothes. Qiu Haowen walked on the streets of Qingxi County at 6 o'clock in the morning and took a few deep breaths. The cool air in the morning filled his lungs, mixed with the unique soil and water vapor in the small mountain city, and could taste the mellow flavor of the age. It was much more pure than the restaurants that were under the banner of various nostalgia more than ten years later.

The streets were silent at this time, and only a sanitation worker was pulling a trash truck in the distance. The squeaking sound floated over the slightly moist small county town, like a night bird flying from the mountains and forests in an ink painting, passing by one end of your heart.

Standing on the street, after a while, Qiu Haowen made his mind come back from some kind of time and space disorder, and then started running. The county town is not big, and it is two or three kilometers away for half a lap. Qiu Haowen stood in the entrance of an alley on the street, bent over slightly, and supported his thighs with both hands, panting.

At this time, the radio on the telephone poles on the street sounded, "The five-star red flag fluttered in the wind..." Qiu Haowen knew that the Central People's Radio Station had started to broadcast.

Amid the broadcast, Qiu Haowen saw a figure crawling out of the alley diagonally opposite. He first poked out his head with a distinct haircut, like a goose being held with his head stretched out. He looked left and right and confirmed that there was no one on the street, and then he crawled out his whole body and walked on the street without any hurry. It was obvious that his steps were light and his feet were still swaying happily, but not long after, he became more and more stable. Finally, his hands were carried behind him, becoming more and more like a mature and steady goose.

Qiu Haowen looked at the man's back and couldn't help but mutter, "Why did Vice Principal Zheng come here to do?" Although he was from the county, he had been working in the neighboring county before. He was transferred back not long ago. His family members had not followed him, but lived in a single room at school.
Chapter completed!