I Am the President of the University

Chapter 517 Contempt from Peking University

Time goes back to the previous night.

Handong Province, Suzhou City.

In an upscale neighborhood.

Dong Mingcheng, dressed in moonlight, came to the door of the house, not knowing what he was thinking, he did not go in immediately.

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

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

After walking 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, their family is not bad. Without 996 and overtime, they can enjoy life to the fullest.

So there are also many hobbies, such as watching movies, traveling and mountain climbing.

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

"Okay, that's it."

Dong Mingcheng responded, then carried the heavy backpack on his shoulders in his hand, and walked to his room, "Dad, Mom, you can watch the movie, I'll go back to the room and review."

Mother Dong squeezed Father Dong's waist, "My dear son is back, hurry up and send a hot cup of milk to my son!"

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

"Are you going?" Mother Dong glared.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go..." Father Dong got up helplessly, so he had to go to warm the milk.

After half an hour.

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

"Son, hot milk."

"Come in."

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

"Come on, add some nutrition, this time to prepare for the Peking University Junior Class!" 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 was because elementary school and junior high school skipped a few grades.

Otherwise, the normal sophomore is 16 or 17 years old.

Dong Mingcheng is excellent in all subjects, so Dong's parents and Dong's mother expect him 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, its resources and platform for the juvenile class are still good. In fact, Dong's father was born in the juvenile class of the University of Science and Technology, and there is a layer of inheritance in it.

But this year, after the news that Tsinghua University and Peking University also opened a juvenile class came out, Dong's father and Dong's mother directly changed the front.

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

If the juvenile class fails, then they can only participate in the college entrance examination according to the class.

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

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

"Dad, do you know Guanghua University?"

"How could I not have known 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 is independently developed by Guanghua, and the optical core..." Father Dong As he talked, he was clearly impressed by Guanghua University.

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

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

"I've seen this news too. Guanghua is still quite courageous. He even dared to play the junior class..." Father Dong suddenly came to his senses, and his eyebrows suddenly stood up.

"I said, son, don't you want to go to Guanghua's youth class?"

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

Father Dong swallowed, looked out the door, and said in a low voice, "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? ??"

"Don't be stupid! Otherwise, our grandfather's life will have to be explained here!"

Dong Mingcheng's mouth twitched, thinking of his mother's temper... It's really possible.

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

Before leaving, Father Dong turned his head to remind him.

Dong Mingcheng had no choice but to nod his head in a muffled voice.

As for what he was thinking, only he knew.

...

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 academic staff 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 recruitment work seriously."

"Tell me, isn't the juvenile class a little too playful these days? Even Guanghua University can open a juvenile class, it's really laughable!"