Top Student at Their Peak-Chapter 123 - 83 The National Middle School Mathematics Competition is Coming

The homeroom teacher in the first year is called Tang Rongzhen, an English teacher, but probably because of her age, her clothing does not have the stereotypical traces that netizens imagine and is not fashionable at all. Her thoughts are not fashionable either.

For instance, when it was time to distribute books, she didn’t specifically arrange for the boys to help but casually motioned, asking all the students sitting in the last three rows to go fetch all the books for the class.

However, the children in the first three rows didn’t gain anything either, as it was clearly stated that those who didn’t go get the books would have to stay behind after the class meeting and thoroughly clean the classroom, striving for fairness. No complaints from anyone in the front or back rows.

After moving and distributing all the books, it was time to elect class officers.

From this point on, there was nothing much involving Qiao Yu.

During the military training, the homeroom teacher talked with him, and Qiao Yu himself felt there was no need to take on any class officer role. Firstly, because he couldn’t be bothered to manage himself, let alone others, and secondly, Qiao Yu’s goals were clear. He wouldn’t be staying in high school for long, probably just about two months.

The good guy had already explained this to him.

The preliminary round was about to begin, and he needed to rank high in the province to participate in the finals at Luhai Middle School in Ningshui City in November.

As long as he could rank among the top 60 in the national finals, he could enter the national training team. Only a few days of holiday would be given, followed by uniform training at the training site.

It is said that in the national training team, daily life consists of doing papers, solving problems, and then explanations, day after day, until the beginning of March the following year when the first stage of training is completed, an exam is conducted, selecting fifteen people out of sixty, the eliminated ones can return to school, while the remaining ones enter the second stage of special training.

At the end of the month, the second exam is held, selecting the final six people, five regular participants, and one substitute.

Then continue training, maintaining state, and representing Huaxia to go abroad to the Olympic Federation to participate in the finals.

In other words, by November, he basically wouldn’t be in Railway First Middle School.

Even Principal Zhang informed him in advance that as long as he ranked top in the provincial competition and confirmed participation in the national competition, he wouldn’t need to attend classes. The school would prepare a dedicated self-study room for him to study independently daily without teachers disturbing him.

Therefore, class officer roles naturally had nothing to do with him.

For others, this class collective that they would live with for three years would be the purest segment of their life memories, but Qiao Yu felt he was just a passerby, merely here to get acquainted with everyone.

His temporary deskmate, however, was elected as the class learning committee member, which was expected.

When first-year students elected class officers, important positions within the class, such as class leader and learning committee member, were typically chosen based on academic performance. Getting to know each other and becoming familiar needed time. Of course, none of this had much to do with Qiao Yu.

What frustrated him was that when deciding the seats, his temporary deskmate Yao Qinxin suddenly raised her hand and, upon being called, stood up and said: "Report to Teacher Tang, my math grades are a bit lacking, so I want to sit with classmate Qiao Yu, hoping he can help me improve my math scores."

The girl openly said her piece, which prompted a joyful bout of booing from the classroom.

However, Teacher Tang standing on the podium just looked stern, scanning her eyes around the classroom, which quickly calmed the young students’ restlessness.

Qiao Yu couldn’t help rolling his eyes, suddenly starting to miss life in Class Thirteen.

Everyone idled and ate together, and classmates never felt there was a subject they needed extra help with. The class atmosphere was particularly united and friendly, and teachers could be all smiles even if they didn’t hear a word of cynicism all day.

Unlike this so-called A class, where, even before formal classes started, considerations about where to begin competing for the future were already ripe. Teachers had a hard time, with mere jeers quickly leading them to put on a stern face...

While Qiao Yu was still complaining inwardly, he suddenly heard the homeroom teacher call his name.

"Qiao Yu, what do you think?"

Qiao Yu stood up, glanced at the drink on the table, and reluctantly said, "I am okay with anything, but I might not be in class for many days!"

"You will still have to be here for a few days, so you and Yao Qinxin continue being deskmates. Your seats do not need to change. Okay, both of you can sit. Xu Zhiyao, you move to Group 3, Row 2..." The homeroom teacher decisively arranged everything from the podium.

After sitting down, Yao Qinxin made an OK gesture towards Qiao Yu. He returned the gesture with a smile, but Xia Keke’s silhouette abruptly appeared in his mind, inexplicably causing a sense of guilt.

His damned high moral standards... Qiao Yu inwardly criticized himself.

Indeed, if a person has too many morals, life becomes stressful. Only by being shameless can one be invincible across the world.

Qiao Yu suddenly felt he had found the main reason West University had been domineering on Earth for so many years.

...

High school life was fulfilling, and so was it for Qiao Yu.

However, for him, it was essentially just moving what he did at home into school.

The textbooks the school distributed were directly thrown into the drawer of his desk and have never been touched so far.

The papers Professor Xue sent him were printed out and bound, becoming his main textbooks. At school, it was just one paper, a sheet of draft paper, and a pen; whenever he saw something brilliant, he would jot down and sketch it out on the draft paper.

Teachers occasionally glanced sideways when strolling by during morning and evening self-study, usually standing no more than one or two seconds before simply walking away. Once, during morning English reading, the homeroom teacher did pick up an English paper tossed aside by Qiao Yu and flipped through it casually before quietly putting it back.