C420 Are You Crazy!
The reason why Yu Xian'ang's breathing became rapid was not because of Pei Feng's description of her work results, but because she understood Pei Feng too well.
This guy … His way of doing things was too heresy, completely unrestrained and without logic. No one could guess what he wanted to do next, nor what he wanted to do next!
"Right."
After a long while, Yu Xian'ang finally answered in a low voice.
Pei Feng gave her a deep look, then turned to Principal Zhu Guiying and said lightly, "Those who entered the school with Teacher Yu, other than those who left, those who remained in the school have all been promoted to head the school. There are three who are present - the dean of administration, the director of student affairs, and the director of the research and development department. I would like to ask, if we were to talk about the contribution and teaching quality of the class, who among the three of you would dare to say that they surpass Teacher Yu?"
The moment Pei Feng finished speaking, the director of the administration, the director of the student department, and the director of the research and education department instantly changed their expressions.
A deathly silence fell. It was so quiet that even a pin dropping could be heard. No one spoke a single word …
Pei Feng looked around at the crowd, and in the end, his gaze landed on Principal Zhu Guiying, "So, my condition is that if I pass this college entrance exam and become the top scholar for Humanities in Ninghai City, then Teacher Yu must be promoted before the start of next year's school year. The chairman of the administration, the director of the student affairs office, and the director of the research and education department will be chosen by any of the three positions, and the decision is in your hands, Principal."
Zhu Guiying's expression also changed slightly.
After a long while, she finally said with a solemn face: "The position of Naiming High School's leader is not something you can decide! Also, what do you think of the college entrance exam? This is your own life and death affair, do you think this is a child's play?! "
Pei Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and said resolutely: "I won't waste my time talking to you, and I won't argue with you about anything big. You are the principal, so make the decision." If you agree to my condition, I will fill in the matriculation. If not, I'm sorry, I can give up. At most, I can choose to repeat in another high school next year. "
With that said, Zhu Gui stood up in an instant. The other Leaders also looked at him with their mouths agape, not knowing what to say.
He treated the college entrance examination like child's play, being so willful to this extent … It was the first time they had seen one in their education.
"Teacher Yu is already forty-one this year, and with her contributions to Naiming High School, she should have long been promoted to leader. I believe everyone present is well aware of this point — in short, she is qualified to receive any chairman position, and she deserves it."
Pei Feng glanced at Principal Zhu Guiying and said lightly, "Let's make the decision, Principal." Within two minutes, if you don't give me an answer, I'll give up on filling in the form for the college entrance exam. "
"Good!" I agree to your conditions! "
Zhu Guiying did not hesitate any longer and immediately agreed to his request.
In fact, as long as Pei Feng could win the entire city's top scholar for the College Entrance Test, she would agree to any condition he asked for, because this honor was too important to Naiming High School!
Naiming High School... It had been a whole ten years since there was a college entrance examination champion! With such an opportunity appearing this year, the school won't let it go no matter what!
"Say it, is it Di Da or Tsinghua University?"
Zhu Guiying looked up at him with expectation in her eyes.
Pei Feng shrugged and said indifferently: "It's not Di Da, nor is it Qing Hua, it's Capital City Foreign Language University. The first choice is to fill in this university, there's no need to fill in the rest. "
When Pei Feng said this, everyone was shocked.
Yu Xian'ang, who was at the side, became anxious. But before she could say anything, Principal Zhu Guiying slammed the table and opened her mouth, "What did you say? You... You want to test for Capital City Foreign Language University?! "
"Pei Feng!" Are you crazy! With your results, you can even enter the Di Clan and Tsinghua University with your eyes closed! Yet you want me to fill in Capital City Foreign Language University?! "
"Crazy, he's really crazy!"
"Pei Feng, this is to fill in the college entrance exam." It's not a crossword puzzle! "
"The Principal agreed to your conditions, and you still want to take the Capital City Foreign Language University test?!"
The secretary of the DANG committee, the three vice principals, the director of the administration, the director of the student affairs department, and the director of the research and education department were all blown up.
Yu Xian'ang took a step forward and shouted, "Pei Feng, have you finished messing around?!"
Pei Feng looked at her, and said word by word: "I'm not messing around, Capital City Foreign Language University is the only university I want to take part in. I had already decided long ago when I transferred to Nanming, to not take it unless it's Capital City Foreign Language University."1
Saying this, he turned to Zhu Guiying and indifferently said, "Principal, I can help you and Nanming to win the top scholar for Humanities, but filling in the matriculation form is my personal wish, you have no right to interfere. Every year, no less than 30 people will be able to pass the Naiming High School examination to become a member of the Di Clan and Qing Hua City. I won't be missing a single person. "
The corner of Zhu Guiying's mouth twitched. Her knuckles had turned white as she supported herself on the table.
"Pei Feng, don't you feel that if you were to win the entire city's top scholar for Humanities this time around, you would be admitted into the Di University or Tsinghua University … Is that the most perfect move of your high school career? Choosing Capital City Foreign Language University, don't you feel that you will regret it in the future, and feel that this is the wrong decision that you will regret for the rest of your life? "
She hadn't given up yet.
As long as she didn't enter the system eventually, she still had a chance to convince Pei Feng!
Pei Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold. He slowly took out his cellphone from his pocket and looked at it, then coldly said: "There are only 5 minutes left until 19. Principal, do you still want to fill in the bill for me? If you don't fill it in, I'll fill it in myself. "
Zhu Guiying was stunned. After a long silence, she finally let out a long sigh and weakly sat back down.
"Don't regret it, Pei Feng."
"The choices I make, I never regret them."
Pei Feng's answer was resolute and decisive.
After a series of keystrokes, Zhu Guiying's slightly hoarse voice slowly rang out, "Where's your specialty?"
"Diplomacy."
There was another short tapping of the keyboard, and Zhu Guiying's voice sounded again, "All right …" I hope you prepare well for the last few days, the college entrance exam in a week's time... A beautiful battle! As long as you can win the top scholar for Humanities in the whole city, I will definitely make arrangements for Teacher Yu. "
"Alright, then I'll be leaving first. Goodbye everyone. I'll see you tomorrow, Teacher Yu."
Walking out of the principal's office, he took a deep look at Yu Xian'ang, who was staring at him without blinking, before slowly closing the door.
What he had done today was to give Yu Xian'ang a final gift.
In his previous life, although Yu Xian'ang didn't care about him and treated him well like Aunt Shen did, she had helped him a lot during his third year of high school. Furthermore, she had never looked down on him.
There were also several times when she came out as the class teacher to stop the bullying by Luo Yihsing, Sun Liang, Huang Haitao and others.
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