Chapter 257

When Yang Rui's admission notice arrived, half of the street was blocked. No matter whether it was because of curiosity or just because of the meeting of vegetable buyers and meat cutting women, countless people expressed their strong interest in onlookers.

The reputation of No.1 in the country has been established. Hundreds of tables have been served. In recent days, people have been talking about any news about Yang Rui and the number one scholar.

When Yang Rui came to the post office, the postman and his bicycle had been crowded at the widest intersection.

"Here we are at last." When the postman saw Yang Rui coming, he looked excited and said, "I'm not allowed to leave. I still have a load of mail to deliver."

"Well, just give me mine. I'm sorry to see you off." Yang Rui took the two palm wide envelope.

The postman laughed twice, but stood still and said, "I've been waiting. I want to have a look."

Yang Rui shook his head with a smile and tore up the registered letter.

"That's it?"

"What?"

"Just... Just tearing it up?" The postman couldn't understand looking at the lost registered letter.

Yang Rui laughs: "otherwise how to do? How about a ceremony? "

"So many people, I think it's similar to the ceremony." Huang Ren and Yang Rui are small fellow villagers. They also keep the post office waiting for the admission notice every day. They come earlier than Yang Rui.

The postman also said, "at least say a few words to you. It's like... It's like a sports meeting without opening speech."

Yang Rui shrugged awkwardly, thinking: the opening speech of the sports meeting is annoying.

Next, Yang Rui shakes the envelope and draws out the letter of acceptance, which is also a three page structure, a larger and harder letter of commendation and two explanatory papers.

"Ah... You're doing it so fast again." The postman let out two cries of discontent.

Yang Rui glanced at the uneven pockmarks on the postman's cheek, coughed hard twice and opened the notice.

Part of the printed, part of the handwritten admission notice, so exposed to the sun.

Huang Ren looked at the notice of the school, envious eyes to jump up.

"Which school's admission notice?" The crowd couldn't see the words. They were crazy outside.

"National champion, do you want to report where you want to report?" Ask if you don't know.

On the spot, some people answered: "it must be where you want to go. If you use your brain, you will get the highest score. How can you not be admitted?"

"Will there be several offers sent?"

"If there are several admission notices, how can I choose them?" The onlookers said they were worried.

Yang Rui looked around and found that there were at least hundreds of people around here. For xizhaizi Township, which had only one street, almost all the people in the township government were gathered.

With a smile, Yang Rui stepped on a stone, stood up, arched his hands around and said, "thank you for your concern. I applied to a school, and now people have sent me a notice..."

"Which school?" The onlookers were so distraught that they couldn't help shouting for a long time.

Yang Rui nodded slightly and said, "I'm reporting for Peking University. Peking University. "

"Peking University..." people's voices echoed.

"Yes, Peking University." Yang Rui raised the admission notice, showed it to everyone, and jumped off the stone.

The crossroads are getting more crowded.

No matter who comes first and comes later, or who is crowded outside, they can't see Yang Rui and the admission notice, but it doesn't prevent them from actively participating in the discussion.

Many people just listen to the name of Peking University, already excited, can't help but pour out what they know.

In the land of China, the names of famous schools, whether in the border military towns or in the grassland and mountainous areas, always have enough time and reason to be spread.

In China in the 1980s, if only the school itself decides the school, it is Peking University, Tsinghua University, National People's Congress and China University of science and technology. The National People's Congress is a strong liberal arts school. China University of science and technology has gone to Hefei, and the rest of Peking University and Tsinghua University are no different.

As for why Yang Rui chose Peking University, it is just a purely personal choice.

It's also a dream come true.

In fact, when Yang Rui was a tutor, whenever some students in his class were admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University, Yang Rui could not help but envy him.

They may not be the best universities in the world, but they are the best choice for the Chinese.China's education system, with the college entrance examination as its core, has always been giving the green light to Peking University and Tsinghua University.

In other words, students enrolled in Peking University and Tsinghua University will enjoy all the dividends of China's education system and avoid as much damage as possible.

Even if the damage is negligible, some people will think about the students in the top universities. For example, the admission notice is sent to the students in one or two weeks after the end of the marking, while the school with the longest waiting time can't send it out until more than a month after the fourth round of the third round.

As for the teaching conditions, the level of teachers and the teaching environment of the school, it is more natural.

Standing in the crowd, Yang Rui received the heartfelt blessings from his fellow villagers. For the residents of xizhaizi Township, this is the first time that they have met the college students to be.

"Yang Rui, what's your major?" In the chaos, Huang Ren asked aloud.

"Biology."

"Biology? The score of this major is not high. " Huang Ren considered from the point of view of the score, naturally felt that it was a waste.

Even after 30 years, the score of biology major in Peking University is still low. After all, after studying in biology department, foreign students can engage in scientific research and enter pharmaceutical enterprises. After graduation, Chinese students majoring in biology are working for foreigners in nine cases out of ten. If the way out is not good, the scores reflecting the intensity of competition will naturally be low.

Yang Rui has confirmed his professional line for a long time. He said with a smile: "the judgment of scores is on the one hand, so is personal hobbies."

"Then you also advise us to study national key subjects." Huang Ren can't help but want to resist.

"Is it not good to study national key subjects?"

"Good."

"That's it? The school's major setting is so complicated. It's better to choose majors by name than by rank. It's almost OK to choose majors by category. " With that, Yang Rui said hello to the people around him and went home slowly.

The onlookers let Yang Rui go home with the notice.

Huang Ren followed, but his curiosity was not satisfied.

At home, without waiting to enter, you can smell the strong smell of incense. When you enter far away, you can see all kinds of immortals and Bodhisattvas on the wall.

The courtyard of the Yang family is not small. The courtyard wall in front of the house is surrounded by several tens of meters. All of a sudden, it's full of stickers, paper-cut wallpaper and pendants. It's really shocking.

"This is..."

"Shh --" wearing a silk jacket from Huguang, Rui's mother ran out of the house, her pendant clanging, and asked Yang Rui, "have you passed the exam?"

"Yes, this is the admission notice." Yang Rui looks at the mother who is about to jump into a big spirit, and obediently hands over the envelope.

"Peking University! Good Rui Ma looked at it again and again. She gave it to Yang Feng with satisfaction and said, "put it away for your son. Son, come with me."

With that, Rui's mother took Yang Rui and began to thank all the immortals.

From the main hall to the courtyard, the Yang family at this time gathered many heavenly soldiers and generals. It must have taken a lot of time to collect the rough and exquisite Buddha statues.

Yang Rui's mood was hard to calm, but he was serious enough to accompany his mother.

Huang Ren quietly slipped out of the yard and stood outside, looking at the smoke filled courtyard of the Yang family. He recalled that there were more than 108 gods and Buddhas. He felt a cold sweat, but he thought inexplicably: is it not that my family worships less gods?

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