I Am the Sister of the School Grass

Old Li let Yunyan sit on the seat of Yuanmo before and poured her a glass of water.

"How is the discussion with the family? The provincial competition office means that if you want to join the provincial team at any time, they will accept you at any time."

What Lao Li didn't say is that the finals at the end of the month are only more than 20 days away.

The preparation time for the final is really running out.

This can easily put too much pressure on the child.

In the past, students were not able to get high marks without reviewing at home.

It's just that there are too few such cases.

That's why teachers respect the provincial team even more.

The notice given by the provincial office to the following is the provincial line issued at noon today.

There are 50 people in the province. The top 23 can sign up for the provincial team, and then participate in the national finals.

There is definitely a place for the finals here in Yunyan, now it depends on whether she wants to go to the provincial team.

Yunyan said: "Mr. Li, I've decided to join the provincial team."

The educational resources and teachers of the provincial team must not be said.

Such a good opportunity, she will seize it.

Lao Li said: "That's good, the teacher also expects you to join the provincial team. After all, the next battle will be against the provincial one of the various provinces in the country. It is better to review in private than in the provincial team. , definitely get twice the result with half the effort.”

"Well, thank you Mr. Li."

"You're welcome, no surprises, we Lu Lin should also be selected by the provincial team. You two will go together on Wednesday, so we can take care of you."

As for Ning Yue, her grades were originally on the line, so I don't know if she saved one this time.

The provincial team has no hope of entering.

After Yunyan left, Mr. Li called the provincial office immediately.

When the people over there heard his voice, they were very enthusiastic: "Mr. Li from No. 1 Middle School, hello hello."

"Hello, our school is the first, Fang Yunyan decided to join the provincial team."

"Okay, let me prepare her a student card and dormitory here. By the way, what about Teacher Yuan Mo? Do you choose to come to our province?"

Why do you still hear the words Yuan Mo? Teacher Li was silent.

He held the phone he bought, as if he had confidence.

"He resigned recently and is going to quit his job and go into business."

The other side was just like him, silent, feeling like he didn't hear clearly... What kind of thing, abandoning numbers to pursue business?

Mr. Li sighed: "I can't persuade him, he used to hold competitions in our school in high school, and he won a bunch of prizes in provincial and national first..."

The other side is also very emotional.

Although I lost hope for a long time, I still feel very anxious to be rejected so cruelly.

However, a cloud of smoke is enough.

They were originally competitive weak provinces, maybe Yunyan can create a miracle this time, and come back with a country.

Over there.

Mr. Wei said, "Call the provincial office. We, Xingwei, did well in the test this time, but we don't know the ranking yet, and it seems a little bit hanging to enter the provincial team."

But counting the 250 points of Qian Xingwei's preliminary competition, the second place in the province.

Begging for mercy should be able to enter the provincial team.

A group of teachers in the office are still discussing.

Mr. Wei also sighed: "Yeah, if you count the points, Xingwei will have to say two hundred and fifty-six less this time."

However, math competitions are just like that. You must use the knowledge points in the syllabus to answer the questions.

Otherwise, even if you do it right, no points will be awarded.

"The child will study all kinds of advanced mathematics after class, and he will definitely be a good seedling who really works hard in scientific research in the future."

"Yeah, we must send this kid to the provincial team, and don't let his talent be buried."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Wei frowned into the word "Chuan": "What's going on, isn't the provincial office still answering the phone?"

"User is busy...I'll keep calling."