Meng Wendong struggled to contain his excitement and said, "That’s right, Mianmian’s mother, Jiang Mianmian scored 115 in math. Normally, the total should be 100, but this time the teachers in the town added an extra question from the junior high curriculum. When I first saw it, I was worried that Mianmian might not be able to do it, but she actually got it right!"
This truly surprised him so much that he lay in bed excited for most of the night before he could fall asleep.
Hearing this, Su Wanyu felt even prouder and more triumphant, having given birth to such a smart and beautiful girl!
Jiang Mianmian also couldn’t help but puff out her little chest, proud of herself.
Although she isn’t really a genius yet, she is definitely a clever and outstanding student.
System: "... Host, you must avoid arrogance and impetuosity, studying is like sailing against the current, not to advance is to drop back."
If it had been before, it would have been blunt and said, "Why are you so proud of doing a middle school problem as a college student?"
But now, seeing the host’s effort and determination, it had changed its strategy to a more encouraging approach.
At that moment, Meng Weidong also asked the question that had puzzled him all night. "Mianmian, can you tell the teacher how you got that extra question right? Did you study junior high courses by yourself?"
Jiang Mianmian gave him a shy smile, "Yes, after I finished the fifth-grade textbook, I started looking through the junior high materials."
At that, both Teacher Liu and Meng Weidong’s expressions turned ecstatic.
It seemed that Jiang Mianmian, this little genius, had potential and intelligence far beyond what they had imagined!
Meng Wendong nodded with a satisfied face, "Very good, very good, Mianmian, I hope you always maintain this love and pursuit of learning."
"Yes, I will, Teacher," Jiang Mianmian nodded seriously.
Even if she didn’t like studying before, she always held a sense of reverence towards it.
Teacher Liu also smiled broadly, "Mianmian not only excelled extraordinarily in math, but her essay was also exceptionally well-written. Would you like to submit it to the county newspaper’s editorial office for consideration?"
Su Wanyu was stunned, "Submit it to a newspaper? Can that really work?"
Teacher Liu smiled gently, "Of course, it can work. Mianmian’s essay could absolutely serve as a model essay."
The essay topic for this joint examination was for students to write about the "future," with the choice of subject matter being open.
The other fifth-grade students at their school wrote about their own futures.
Only Jiang Mianmian wrote about her beautiful aspirations for the future of the motherland, and she wrote exceptionally well.
This "well" isn’t because the words were richly ornate or the sentences beautifully crafted, but because the content was simply too "good."
He looked at Jiang Mianmian’s youthful face and slowly said, "Your essay, though seemingly plain, is filled with boundless imagination. You wrote about the prosperous and happy lives of the common people and the nation’s flourishing strength so realistically and beautifully, it made even my heart swell with emotion."
Jiang Mianmian, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the praise, had merely described what she had seen and heard in her previous life.
Then they heard Teacher Liu suddenly wax sentimental, "If there comes a day when our country is just as you have written, where everyone can eat meat and rice at every meal, where food production greatly increases... where people wear new clothes every season, made of cheap, yet good-looking fabrics... where they live in high-rise buildings, and can travel by car, train, or even airplane... where our country’s manufacturing and communication technology lead the world... If I am fortunate to see that day, I would die content!"