——There is no contract with any famous school for the time being.

Seeing that she had no intention of Peking University, the teacher at the Admissions Office of Tsinghua University called her back to discuss it.

He directly raised the conditions to the top: "Student Yunyan, you can choose any of the majors we have listed here. After you enter the school, if you are not satisfied, you can unconditionally transfer to other majors above."

——This is exactly the same as the conditions given to Yuan Mo back then.

But Yunyan shook her head apologetically after looking at the optional majors on the list.

She said, "I'm sorry, teacher. The major I want to go to is not on this list of majors."

Tsinghua teacher was silent for a while, "Do you want to go to the Department of Architecture?"

This major also requires sketching skills. Basically, only the top two to three candidates in the college entrance examination of each province are recruited every year.

Therefore, the Department of Architecture is indeed not included in the recommendation.

Yunyan still shook her head, with a smile on her lips, she said a professional name.

Admissions teacher: "..."

A more top-notch ace major, but unfortunately too few people know about it. Sometimes even if you report, the old man may not accept it.

The admissions teacher said: "Student Yunyan, come on, I believe you can go to the major you want to enter."

"Thank you, teacher."

When Yunyan said this, he didn't notice that Brother Hui was flipping through WeChat.

After flipping for a few seconds, Mr. Hui Hongji was stunned.

——The avatar of Yuan Mo? ? ?

Chapter 60

After the signing of various guarantee and bonus contracts.

Teachers from Hai Province let the students of their own provincial team gather together.

Everyone gathered in the hallway.

He watched as Brother Hui took out a four-folded piece of paper from his pocket, intending to read out Hai Sheng's achievements in this competition.

There was a boy who was still wearing short-sleeved sleeves. He shook goosebumps and asked, "Brother Hui, shall we just stand here and talk?"

The weather at the end of November was not cold, but it was also a bit chilly.

The paper in Brother Hui's hand has not been unfolded yet, and he thinks it makes sense for his classmates.

"Then let's borrow an empty classroom."

On the way, Chen Ling was already holding Yun Yan's arm, and he was looking down at his phone.

When going downstairs, Yunyan will remind her to pay attention.

Chen Ling was overwhelmed with happiness: "You are my fairy sister."

Their one bedroom is older than their age.

Yunyan and Zhuo Feilan are in their second year of high school this year, and Chen Ling and another third middle school girl are in their third year of high school this year.

In this way, even if Yunyan goes to school a little late.

But he was still seven or eight months younger than Chen Ling.

Chen Ling won the National Second National Mathematics Competition this year, and also won the National Second National Physics Competition last year.

Although it was a little difficult to recommend Qingbei, Fudan and Shunjiao still gave him an olive branch.

As for why Chen Ling is so good at mathematics and physics, Yunyan thinks it has a huge relationship with her love of photography.

For refraction, reflection and scattering of light, there are even attenuation, total reflection and Fourier variation.

Chen Ling was fascinated.

The teacher of Fudan Admissions Office signed a contract with her to add 20 points to the college entrance examination when she was in the final of the physics competition last year.

This year's CMO is still the admissions teacher.

After he saw Chen Ling's math competition results, he directly asked her if she wanted to walk.

Of course the answer is yes.

That's Fudan! Famous schools with independent admissions for thousands of exams!

- Precision Instrument Department.

This is the major that Chen Ling finally chose after discussing with teachers and parents.

She looked at her phone while talking to Yunyan.

"The teacher from the Fudan Admissions Office just asked me to talk to this professional teacher on the phone. I signed a contract. In the future, I may mainly study the transmission of optical signals, how to reduce large-scale and small-scale fading, and collect more complete optical signals."

Yunyan has concentrated on studying physics competition in her past life, although the difficulty is mainly in the superposition of magnetic field and electric field.

However, the propagation of light, path loss, and received signals can also be used as major test points.

Therefore, although what Chen Ling said is a bit out of line.

But Yunyan could still understand what she wanted to express.

"Great, congratulations on entering your favorite major."

"You too! You must choose any Tsinghua major!"

With a smile on the corner of Yunyan's lips, he didn't say that he didn't sign a contract at all.

Since signing with Fudan University, Chen Ling has been completely liberated.

She gave her family approval, and then started to browse the photography competition website that she had not dared to open for more than half a year.

After all, if she opens the site and sees a photographic subject that interests her, she'll start thinking about its content.

Not for the prize money, but mainly to compete for the prize.

This is too much delay for a high school student.

But now that she has recommended Fudan, there is no need to study so intensely as before.

You can take the time to do what you love.

Brushing and brushing, Chen Ling saw a concise and clear theme.

amber.

Chen Ling suddenly burst out of inspiration, she screamed, "Ah! Yunyan!"

The surrounding classmates turned to look at them.

"What's wrong?"

"What are you whispering about, can you take me with you?"

"...have a face. When the girls talk, what are you doing for fun, old man."

Yunyan and Chen Ling quickly said, "It's nothing."

Seeing everyone turn their heads, Chen Ling hugged Yunyan's arm, still looking very happy.

"Amber! Look at this photography theme!"

Yunyan felt that she had no artistic cells.

She repeated: "Well, Amber."