I Am the President of the University

Time goes back to the night of the previous day.

Handong Province, Suzhou City.

In a high-end community.

Dong Mingcheng, clad in moonlight, came to the door of his house. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't go in immediately.

After grinding for a while, he opened the door and put on his shoes.

As soon as I entered, I heard a burst of laughter coming from the living room.

Taking a few steps forward, I saw Dong's father and Dong's mother sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Dong Mingcheng's parents are both civil servants, and their work is not too busy. In addition, his family background is not bad. There is no 996 and overtime work, so he can enjoy life to the fullest.

So I also have many hobbies, such as watching movies, traveling and mountain climbing.

Seeing Dong Mingcheng's return, Dong's mother raised her head and said, "My son is back. How was your study today? Are you tired?"

"It's okay, that's it."

Dong Mingcheng responded, then carried the heavy backpack on his shoulders with his hands and walked to his room, "Dad, Mom, you can continue watching the movie. I will go back to the house and continue my review."

Mother Dong squeezed Father Dong's waist and said, "My dear son is back. Hurry up and heat up a glass of milk to send to your son!"

"This is the climax of the movie!" Father Dong shouted, somewhat reluctantly.

"Are you going or not?" Mother Dong glared.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go..." Father Dong stood up helplessly and had no choice but to heat the milk.

Half an hour later.

Dong Mingcheng, who was concentrating on studying questions in the room, heard a knock on the door.

"Son, warm milk."

"Come in."

Father Dong opened the door and walked in, placing a cup of hot milk and two bananas on Dong Mingcheng's table.

"Come on, get some nutrition and prepare for the Peking University Junior Class this time!" Father Dong encouraged with a smile.

Dong Mingcheng is a sophomore in high school this year, but he is only 14 years old.

Naturally, it's because I skipped a few grades between elementary school and junior high school, otherwise the normal sophomores in high school would be 16 or 17 years old.

Dong Mingcheng is excellent in all subjects, so Dong's father and Dong's mother expect him to enter the junior class of the University of Science and Technology of China.

Although HKUST is not as good as Qingbei, the resources and platform of its junior class are still good. In fact, Dong's father was born in the junior class of HKUST, and there is a layer of inheritance in it.

But after the news came out that Tsinghua University and Peking University would also open a junior class this year, Dong's father and Dong's mother immediately changed their sides.

After consideration, it was decided to let Dong Mingcheng attack the junior class of Peking University. It was really not feasible to use the junior class of the University of Science and Technology of China as a guarantee.

If the junior class fails, then they can only take the college entrance examination according to the class.

Seeing Father Dong turn around to leave, Dong Mingcheng suddenly put down the pen in his hand and shouted, "Dad, wait a moment."

"What's wrong, son?" Father Dong stopped.

"Dad, do you know Guanghua University?"

"How could I not have known about Guanghua University earlier? How many big news Guanghua has made in the past few months? The Huaxing photonic screen mobile phone we are using now was independently developed by Guanghua, and that optical core..." Dong's father... As he talked, he was obviously deeply impressed by Guanghua University.

After all, their work unit is relatively free, and they have the spare time to read the news every day.

Dong Mingcheng interrupted his old father's nagging, "Dad, Guanghua University has also opened a junior class. Have you seen the news?"

"I've also seen this news. Guanghua is quite courageous. He actually dares to start a junior class..." Father Dong suddenly woke up halfway through his sentence and his eyebrows suddenly stood up.

"Son, you don't want to go to Guanghua's youth class, do you?"

"Ahem." Dong Mingcheng coughed and asked tentatively, "Dad, don't you also admire Guanghua University?"

Father Dong swallowed a lump of saliva, glanced outside the door, and then said in a low voice: "My precious son, don't be stupid! Even if I agree to let you apply for Guanghua University's youth class, will your mother agree? ?”

"Don't be stupid! Otherwise, our lives will be decided here!"

Dong Mingcheng's lips twitched, thinking of his mother's temper... it was really possible.

"Son, don't be stupid! Remember!"

Before leaving, Father Dong turned around to give a special reminder.

Dong Mingcheng could only nodded muffledly.

As for what he was thinking, only he himself knew.

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Beijing, Peking University.

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ps: I haven’t finished writing it yet. I’ll add it later. I’m so sorry!

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