Chapter 142: What, why does the interview violate special regulations?

Chapter 142 What, why does the interview violate special regulations?

At this time, in the center of City A, a mid-range community.

Yuan Shao, an examinee who was in the same exam room as Chen Chu, was stunned when he saw this video.

He had glanced at the video, was not interested, and planned to cross it out.

Others are the top students in the college entrance examination, and it has nothing to do with him!

He performed quite well in the college entrance examination this year, and is planning to go on a trip after completing his volunteering.

Well, the university he wants to apply for has this benefit. Candidates with excellent grades can travel abroad for free to broaden their horizons.

Of course, this is also to prevent the school next door from digging corners and directly sending freshmen to travel abroad.

Just about to swipe to the next video, he glanced at the screen inadvertently, saw the photo of Chen Chu in the video, and was stunned.

"Hey, isn't this the pretentious criminal I met in the exam, Chen Chu?"

"Hey, this video... why is it Chen Chu?!" Yuan Shao didn't realize it.

Yuan Shao's mind froze for a second, "Wait, 749 points!? Damn it!"

He recalled a sentence Chen Chu said, 'Anyway, by myself, at most I can get an ordinary second copy. '

At the beginning when Chen Chu said this, he still believed it. He was worried that he would hit Chen Chu and be misunderstood by him as pretending to be b.

As a result, after finishing the math test that afternoon, he refuted it with math problems so that he didn't even dare to refute, trembling.

Meow, such a guy, you tell me at most two books?

Now it's even more outrageous, directly winning the national college entrance examination...

"I believed in your evil! You also said that you should take a normal second copy at most!"

Yuan Shao was full of complaints, his heart was extremely hurt, and he felt cheated.

The next day, when Chen Chu woke up, he was helpless in the face of all kinds of 99+ information on various social software.

Send a group message to thank you, and chat one by one if you cannot send a group message.

My heart is so tired.

Not long after, my father Chen Guoqiang called,

"Son, is there a reporter looking for you at home?"

Chen Chu was puzzled, "Reporter? No."

Chen Guoqiang was a little surprised. It seemed that there was a lot of noise on his side, so he said hastily, "Okay, I'm busy here, so I hung up."

After he hung up the phone, he looked helpless at the reporters who surrounded him.

All of them carried long guns and short cannons, and surrounded the Chen family's meat stall.

"Mr. Chen, as the parent of classmate Chen Chu, how did you cultivate such an excellent child?

Can you share your experience with us? "

"Mr. Chen, is Chen Chu's usual study plan heavy? Can you share your study plan?"

"Mr. Chen, what is the daily routine of Chen Chu?

Did you help the family with housework? Or just study? "

"Mr. Chen..."

Chen Guoqiang was full of helplessness, and let these reporters go, but they refused, so they could only perfunctory one by one.

I don't know how many words were wasted, Chen Guoqiang talked dry, and finally dealt with this group of reporters.

Looking at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, and there was still a lot of unsold meat on the table!

Banana, you bastard, these gangsters are on the street!

But it’s okay, when the reporter was interviewing just now, many customers didn’t leave, just watching the excitement.

At this moment, people gathered around to buy meat, and of course they kept talking,

"Boss, is your son the number one student in the college entrance examination this year?"

"Boss, do you sell your son's study materials and class notes?

Can I offer 3,000 yuan? "

"Hahaha, it's nothing, my child got a 749 by luck.

By the way, our province is the national examination paper, so it is the national champion. ", Chen Guoqiang emphasized.

People around me felt as sour as if they had eaten lemons.

You also specifically emphasized that it is the national roll, the national champion...

An old customer was a little sour and dissatisfied, "Old Chen, let's talk about it, hurry up and chop the bones I want."

Chen Guoqiang said, "Okay, let's do it, right away!"

"Boss, are you going to sell the study materials and notes I just mentioned?" Someone asked.

Chen Guoqiang said while chopping bones, "Notes? I don't know this very well. It seems that I haven't seen my son take notes?"

People around don't believe it, "Didn't take any notes?"

Chen Guoqiang took it for granted, "Yes, my son plays games, runs, and hangs out with friends every day after school.

Sometimes I want to study, so I take out the test paper and do it.

Usually, I really don’t see him taking notes or anything. "

People around you stopped talking, and you got 749 points in the test by playing with your mobile phone every day?

Special nainai, why are people, their children are not the same as his children.

Lemon fruit on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree.

A group of customers with children were shocked and didn't want to talk. After buying the meat, they turned around and left.

Just like that, one wave of customers did not leave, but another wave of customers came again, and the meat on the table continued to be sold.

When it was around eleven o'clock, the table was basically empty of meat, and there were only bits and pieces left.

Chen Guoqiang and Yang Yumei cleaned up, greeted Lao Xiao, and went home.

Outside Chen Chu’s residential area, a group of reporters were surrounded by people as soon as they got out of the car. After showing their IDs, they left with incredulous expressions on their faces.

What, we're just here to interview this year's top scorer in the college entrance examination, why did we violate special regulations?

If you don’t leave, you will be detained?

None of them dared to stay longer, and immediately got back into the car as soon as they got out of the car, urging the driver to leave quickly.

A circle of media, newspapers and TV stations in City A all received an official instruction.

In layman’s terms, get out of the way, don’t come here to beep and beep, and I’ll check you when you come again.

In the few days since the results of the college entrance examination were released, Chen Chu has always felt like a national treasure on display.

I am not taken by my mother to visit relatives every day, such as my uncle's house.

It is a group of relatives who come to the door, such as the family of my cousin Yang Jianye.

Although the process is different, the core is the same, catching Chen Chu is a compliment.

What's more, the disgusting second aunt wants Chen Chu to give her youngest son tuition for the college entrance examination next year...

Well, I don't want to spend money...Although Chen Chu definitely won't give tutoring.

Meow, if I have the heart to give people training and tutoring, I, tama, will let the news go straight away. It’s not too much for a tutor to charge a training fee of 10,000 a month, right?

Most of the children of the elite and wealthy families sign up.

Those parents are willing to spend a lot of money to rent and buy a school district room for their children to accompany their children, and they pay tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of various art classes every month.

I would not be reluctant to part with the ten thousand yuan.

So, at that time, Chen Chu was in a hurry, refused three times in a row, had no time, was very busy, and wanted to play with his girlfriend during the summer vacation.

The thick-skinned second aunt was furious! At that time, I didn't want to talk anymore, and my face was black all the time.

Fortunately, Chen Chu is the youngest among the juniors, almost all of them are cousins, cousins.

This saved him from the trouble of tutoring his cousins.

There are also relatives who are serious, and asked him why he didn't open a Zhuangyuan cram school, which can charge a lot of tuition fees for a summer vacation.

Until the day of filling out the application form, Chen Chu was finally able to clean himself up.

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(end of this chapter)

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