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151. Invited to join the youth class

The program team listened clearly and didn't miss a word.

Xiao Cheng's pupils shrank slightly, looked at Wang Jianguo and Xiangyang again, opened his mouth, and had an incredible guess in his heart...

"Social Research Papers..."

Xiao Cheng murmured softly.

I feel a little dizzy in my head.

Sociological research papers, this... most people in the car don't understand, but he and the few who have read books for several years in this green carriage all understand what Chen Qi said.

In response to his reaction, it was not difficult for everyone to have an incredible association like Xiao Cheng.

So I saw a few seats around who could hear the sound here. The few of them said little before. They took a book to read when they got in the car. They were sitting upright, wearing bubble skirts or neat suits, stood up and looked towards the sunny position.

Suppressed the shock and took a deep breath.

The program team also looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Almost at the same time, he stepped forward with tacit understanding and aimed the long spear and short cannon at Xiangyang and the yellowed paper in his hand.

What they saw was the same content as Chen Qi saw.

"I'll go!"

"grass!"

"What the hell is this!"

...

However, the dense words in the camera still make people dizzy and numb with scalp.

The neat and elegant words written in the pencil are clean without any trace of error. Without continuous strokes, thousands of words are written neatly. The strokes are somewhat immature and serious as children of this age, and less the smooth writing of older scholars.

But it's even more shocking.

Perhaps because of only one pen tip, the child's handwriting was very light.

As the camera gets closer, the handwriting is presented little by little, enlarged and clear in the transmission lens.

This is understandable if a college student wrote it, but the dense fonts, regardless of the content, are amazing.

What's more, this is written by a child who seems to be only nine or ten years old.

That shocking feeling made the program team unable to speak out for a while.

"Why."

The camera has only the length of the thumb, bright yellow, and the red eraser behind it has been bitten and only the iron sheet is turned outward, making it look a bit unrestrained and funny. The pen tip is gently put down by the owner.

The red little hand, because I held the pen for a long time, had a thin calluse on the middle finger knuckles. But it turned red at this time? It reflected blood stains.

The frostbite scab that had been frozen before was pulled open.

But the owner of the hand didn't care? He stacked the paper slightly to prevent blood stains and yellowed thick water? He fell on the straw paper? He stained the straw paper copy.

Under the camera, only half a palm-sized little hand knocked on the clean desktop.

The gentle sigh and the sound of the knock on the desktop woke up, and everyone who almost woke up behind the camera that was pressed on Xiangyang's hand.

Xiangyang was slightly helpless.

Looking at the people around him who seemed to treat him as a giant panda? Feeling the shocked eyes of the onlookers.

Sighed softly.

He deliberately wrote his handwriting very lightly. He had calculated the pixels of the cameras of this era? The cameras of the program team could not capture the things he wrote.

It's not something that cannot be shown to others, it's just that he hates trouble.

Writing these things is just too boring to pass the time.

But now it seems that it is causing trouble for myself.

...

"Wang...Xiangyang? Xiaoyang? You...you, this, this...how did you write this thing? Who taught you?"

Even though Xiao Cheng experienced strong winds and waves, he was a little confused at this time. He stuttered a little and it took him a long time to explain it clearly.

He...how did he and the director find such a child?

It’s okay if the force value is over? This seems to be a bit unusual.

He had thought the child was a little more mature before, and he guessed that the child was smarter? But he didn't expect it to be so.

"Reading a book."

Before Xiangyang took it away, the grandfather stuffed a few pieces of toilet paper in his pocket? Pull it off a little bit and wipe off the yellow water flowing out of the cracked scars on his hand and the blood stains mixed in it. Gently press it on the scar of frostbite? Hold it with one hand.

The thick water quickly stained all the paper with moisture.

Xiangyang didn't care. He grabbed some clean paper? Wipe off the thick water stained on the desktop.

The other little hand picked up the book about crops borrowed from the village chief on the table, sighed, and handed it to Xiao Cheng, who looked at him as if he was looking at a monster, and responded softly.

This child is still talking less as usual, Xiao Cheng thought.

Maybe they have been together for a while, and Xiao Cheng also understood the meaning of Xiangyang's dialect.

He learned it by reading this book.

Xiao Cheng's temple jumped slightly.

Ah ~

It turns out that I learned it by reading books...

Is it strange for a child to read books?

Not surprising ~

...

Not a strange ghost!

Flip the table (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻!

Your child has learned to write papers after reading books, and this book only has some plant illustrations. It can only be used as a reference for content. You are fooling you!

I'm asking how you can summarize this knowledge!

"Can I borrow this book to read?"

Just when Xiao Cheng's mentality exploded and there was too much mouth, a gentle middle-aged male voice came from his side.

Xiao Cheng turned around and saw Wang Jianguo.

A man with a national face of about 1.75 meters, a straight facial features, and a frameless glass glasses, worn on the bridge of his nose, and a kind man with a kindness in his loyalty and elegant appearance.

Xiao Cheng recognized this person as a man who had just chased the thief.

Slightly frown.

Why haven't this person left yet? Didn't Xiangyang return the bag to him just now?

Before he could speak, he handed over a business card.

"Tenior professor of the University of Social Sciences, serving as vice president."

Xiao Cheng raised his eyes and Wang Jianguo smiled honestly.

"That's right, I am Wang Jianguo. I am a teacher at the School of Social Sciences of S University and a part-time teacher in the junior class. Hello, the director will get to know you."

Xiao Cheng swallowed when he heard this.

...

"What? Oh my god, that... that's the teacher of S University."

"Yeah! Professor of S University!"

There were many discussions around.

Even Wang Jun, who had been dull since the beginning, widened his eyes at this time. He carefully lowered his legs and stood up.

This... is this the teacher of S University or the vice president?! He actually saw such a person alive.

No, no, what are the vice president of this S University’s Social Sciences and the program team doing?

Could it be...

Wang Jun looked at Xiangyang who was quietly wiping the table with an incredible expression. The teacher didn't leave just now, and it seemed that he had been standing behind this rural child.

...

"You...you..."

Xiao Cheng stuttered for a moment.

Wang Jianguo quickly looked through the book in his hand, closed the yellowed book, and made a decision in his heart.

"Young man, don't be nervous. I just talked to this child for a while. I haven't left because of this child. I have been observing for a long time and I was really happy when I saw him. I couldn't help but interrupt him just now, and I was a little abrupt, sorry.

I...I want to invite this kid to join the S-Grand Boy Class. This kid is a genius, a rare genius, and a genius in the field of research."

"Little baby, are you interested in joining S University? I will help you apply for admission, and I will help you complete all the procedures."

"Buzz!"

Xiao Cheng felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and his mind was buzzing.

What is the direction?

hiss!

This is the most amazing thing he has ever had since filming a variety show, no doubt about it.

The rural child he photographed was actually invited by a university professor to join the teenage class on the train.
Chapter completed!
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