I Am the President of the University

  Chapter 517 Contempt from Peking University

  Time goes back to the night of the previous day.

  Handong Province, Gusu City.

  In a high-end community.

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

  After grinding for a while, open the door and put on your shoes.

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

   took a few steps forward and saw that Dong's father and Dong's mother were sitting on the sofa watching TV.

  Dong Mingcheng’s parents are both civil servants, work is not too busy, coupled with a good family background, without 996 and overtime, you can enjoy life to the fullest.

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

   Seeing Dong Mingcheng's return, Dong's mother raised her head, "My son is back, how is your study today? Are you tired?"

   "It's ok, just like that."

  Dong Mingcheng responded, then carried the heavy backpack on his shoulders in his hand, and walked to his room, "Dad, Mom, you guys go to the movies, I will go back to the house and review."

  Mother Dong squeezed Father Dong’s waist, "My baby son is back, hurry up and get a cup of milk to send to him!"

   "This is the climax of the movie!" Dong's father yelled, somewhat reluctantly.

  "Are you going?" Mother Dong glared.

  "Fine, I will go..." Father Dong got up helplessly and had to go to heat the milk.

  After half an hour.

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

   "Son, hot milk."

"come in."

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

  "Come, add some nutrition, this time preparing for the Peking University Junior Class!" Father Dong smiled and encouraged.

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

  Naturally, it’s because elementary and junior high school have skipped a few levels, otherwise the normal high school sophomore is 16 or 17 years old.

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

Although the University of Science and Technology 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 that Tsinghua and Peking University also opened a juvenile class this year, Dong's father and Dong's mother directly changed their fronts.

  After consideration, it was decided to let Dong Mingcheng attack the youth class of Peking University.

  If the juvenile class fails, then you can only take the college entrance examination step by step.

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

   "What's wrong with my son?" Father Dong stopped.

   "Dad, do you know Guanghua University?"

"How could Guanghua University not know how many big news has been made by Guanghua in the past few months? The Huaxing photon screen mobile phone we are currently using is independently developed by Guanghua, and that optical core..." Talking about it, obviously impressed by Guanghua University.

  After all, their unit is relatively idle, so they have the spare time to watch the news every day.

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

   "I've also seen this news, Guanghua is still very courageous, and even dared to get a juvenile class..." Father Dong suddenly woke up in the middle of the conversation, and his eyebrows were suddenly erected.

   "I said my son, are you the juvenile class who wants to go to Guanghua?"

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

Father Dong swallowed a ball of saliva, looked out the door, then lowered his voice and said, "My dear son, don't be stupid! Even if I agree to let you apply for the Guanghua University Junior Class, can your mother agree to it? ??"

   "Don't be stupid! Otherwise, our father's life will be explained here!"

  Dong Mingcheng’s mouth twitched, thinking of his mother’s temper...It’s really possible~www.wuxiahere.com~ son, don’t be stupid! remember! "

Before    left, Father Dong turned his head especially to remind him.

  Dong Mingcheng nodded his head dumbly.

  As for what he thinks in his heart, only he knows.

  ……

  Time goes back to the next morning.

  Beijing, Peking University.

  In an office, several people are discussing a topic.

  Zhang Yang is the person in charge of the juvenile class this time, and the others are also the students and academic teachers of the juvenile class of Peking University.

   "Our youth class leaders attach great importance to this time, and everyone must take this enrollment work seriously."

   "You said, is it a bit too much for the Junior Class this year? Even Guanghua University can open a Junior Class. It's a big laugh!"

  (End of this chapter)