Top Student at Their Peak-Chapter 167 - 97: Those Who Care About Face and Those Who Don’t_2

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Chapter 167: Chapter 97: Those Who Care About Face and Those Who Don’t_2

Given the situation, Xue Song had no reason to refuse, so he simply said, "Okay, thank you so much, Professor Tian."

"No need to thank me. Actually, I should be the one thanking you. So it’s settled then. Keep an eye on your email. I’ll send you some materials shortly, and after you fill them out, reply to me. I’ll also notify Yujiang University’s side in advance. Once the procedures in Beijing are done, you can just submit your application directly."

"Alright."

"See you in Beijing."

"Alright, Professor Tian, see you in Beijing."

"Oh, by the way, don’t tell the kid yet. Let’s give him a surprise too."

"Understood, no problem."

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After hanging up the phone, Xue Song took three deep breaths in a row to calm himself completely.

Sometimes life is so magical. Eight minutes ago, he couldn’t have imagined that a phone call could cause such a drastic change in his life circumstances.

It even made Xue Song feel like he was dreaming.

Who would have thought that simply trying to help a promising talent avoid detours by recommending Qiao Yu to a well-qualified academician would end up changing his own life as well. It’s hard to tell who is the benefactor of whom.

After a slight shake of his head, Xue Song picked up his phone and sent a mass message to his doctoral students.

"There’s an impromptu meeting in my office this afternoon at three. It’s very important, so don’t be absent. Please reply upon receipt."

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Ningshui City.

After the exams on the third and fourth days, the next two days were mainly reserved for academic reports and free exchanges among the participants.

Perhaps because the exams were over, the team leaders from each zone also relaxed a lot, which meant that the high school students could finally roam around freely.

Yu Yongjun, a naturally sociable fellow, began to fully indulge himself. Not only did he start bombarding the group chat with messages, but he also insisted on bothering Qiao Yu in person every day, making a bunch of new friends in the process.

Qiao Yu knew about all this because the guy came to him secretively and said, "Boss, I’ve added several impressive people on WeChat. Do you want me to introduce them to you, and then you can set up a group, calling it something like ’Academician-designated CMO gold medalists and their friends’?"

Qiao Yu rolled his eyes at the guy, too lazy to bother.

What kind of person would be bored enough to create a group every time they go out?

As for Yu Wei, he hadn’t been seen for the past two days, holed up in his room the entire time.

According to Yu Yongjun, the guy had isolated himself to the point that he wouldn’t even open the door for him, and Little Fatty jokingly described this behavior as "not only bad at the game but also can’t take losing."

Yet, on one occasion, after dinner, Qiao Yu stretched at the window and saw the guy walking below with the coach from last time.

And just like that, the seven-day CMO came to a successful end. This year, as in previous years, the results were announced directly at the closing ceremony on the afternoon of the seventh day.

As expected, Qiao Yu came out as the top winner of this winter camp.

Although there was a warm applause when his name was announced on stage, Qiao Yu didn’t feel particularly excited.

Knowing the result in advance was one thing, but after achieving a perfect score once before, it didn’t seem like much to boast about.

People are the same; when they haven’t achieved something, they itch for it, but once they have it, it feels like ’just so so,’ not that meaningful anymore!

However, considering that CMO problems are generally more difficult than IMO, with stricter scoring standards, this perfect score is actually quite valuable.

Yet as Qiao Yu mentioned, he wasn’t the only one with a perfect score this time; there were indeed two perfect scores.

A participant from Beijing also got a perfect score.

Even more surprisingly, Yu Wei, who ranked third in Linhai, was third again this time. Although not with a perfect score, it seems the difference was minor. The examiners must have found some minor errors and deducted a few points without mercy.

Qiao Yu really wanted to give a thumbs-up to the examiners.

Because he could tell that Yu Wei, who placed third, wasn’t that happy, especially not pleased with him.

Even though there were two first places in the competition, both with perfect scores, when on stage, Yu Wei’s disgruntled gaze was only fixated on him, as if the other guy on the podium didn’t exist.

It’s actually quite fine; Qiao Yu enjoys seeing Yu Wei disgruntled yet helpless.

Since both of them are focused on each other, they might as well keep bothering each other like this until one of them quits.

Qiao Yu’s idea was quite simple, too: make Yu Wei realize that continuing with mathematics has no future, that someone like him is only fit to go home and inherit his billions, wasting away a wealthy, emotionally empty, and uneventful life, is victory!

Once you figure some things out, it’s naturally easy to let go.

The fact that someone else has a good father, there is no way to envy that.

As for what kind of view Yu Wei has of him now, Qiao Yu couldn’t care less. The guy doesn’t respond to reason, so he deserves to feel frustrated all the time.

It’s worth noting that the sleazy Little Fatty from Shuangqing, Yu Yongjun, not only made it into the top sixty but also ranked quite high, at twenty-first place.

Luckily, Yu Wei didn’t actually bet against this already shameless Little Fatty three days ago, or he might really have had to fork out those fifty thousand today.