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  It's also my own fault for not being careful. After receiving the student handbook, why didn't I check it carefully? Now I'm in trouble.

  Who would have known that Little Zhou had asked Old Zhang about the score when he was doing his student handbook, and Old Zhang, fearing that Little Yu wouldn't be accepted, casually said "fill in the best one", Little Zhou thought for a moment, isn't the best score 100 points? So, on the student handbook, he filled in 100 points for the score section.

  Old Zhang sat there, feeling uncomfortable all over. The Sun Yat-sen suit he was wearing had not been worn in over a decade and now felt too small on his body. His arms and legs felt like they were being tied up with ropes, making him feel constricted. Especially the button at the neckline, it was so tight that he could hardly breathe. If it weren't for the sake of saving face for his son, he wouldn't have been willing to suffer this torment.

  Director Wang checked the student's handbook again, and on it was clearly stamped with the school's large seal, which didn't seem to be fake. He carefully looked at the name of the school, "Jiangxi Province Fuzhou City Anning County No. 2 Middle School". Only then did he feel at ease. How could the educational level of this rural school compare to that of Shanghai? The exam questions must have been much simpler, but still, it's not easy for a student to get full marks in every subject.

  "Almost all the materials are ready, so come to school for registration a week later. The tuition fee is 3,000 yuan per semester, which will be paid upon registration." Director Wang picked up his pen, took out a file from a stack on his desk, opened it and pulled out a piece of paper, scribbled a few strokes, then picked up the seal and stamped it at the bottom of the paper, handing it to Old Zhang.

  "Ah, this is great, Director Wang, thank you!" Old Zhang was overjoyed and hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. He happily handed the paper that Director Wang had given him to Little Yu.

  Xiao Yu also fell to the ground, picked up the paper and took a look. It was a fixed format "Transfer Student Reception Form". As he looked down, his heart skipped a beat, and on it was written in bold letters: "Transferred to Grade 2 Class 3 for study".

  This is different from what I asked for. My student handbook clearly states that I have already taken the sophomore course, why does Director Wang still ask me to take it?

  He rubbed his eyes, and after reconfirming that the two words written above were indeed 'High 2', Xiao Yu couldn't sit still anymore and couldn't help but speak up, "This, Director Wang, didn't you write it wrong? I've already read High 2, this year I should be reading High 3."

  Lao Zhang was stunned, right? Xiaoyu had told him that he was preparing to take the university entrance exam next year. How could Director Wang let Xiaoyu go back to high school for his second year? Wouldn't this ruin their plan to take the university entrance exam?

  He didn't even think about whether Xiaoyu had the ability to get into college. In his heart, as long as this child said he wanted to take the college entrance exam, he would definitely be able to get in.

  Director Wang looked at Xiaoyu and adjusted his glasses, saying, "It's not wrong that we didn't accept you. Our high school is about to face the college entrance examination, and the learning task is very tight. Generally, we don't accept transfer students. Moreover, the educational level and progress of schools in other places are different from those in Shanghai, so most transfer students can't adapt quickly. Therefore, we all suggest that you repeat a year to prepare for next year's college entrance examination."

  "In addition, our middle school assesses the promotion rate of class teachers every year, so class teachers are also unwilling to accept transfer students in their third year."

  Xiao Yu listened to her words, although they made sense, but he couldn't wait any longer. If he couldn't get into the third year of high school, then next year he would definitely not be able to take the college entrance exam and his mission would fail for sure.

  Xiao Yu and Old Zhang said all the good words, and Director Wang softened after nearly an hour of persuasion. "Alright! If you must attend high school, come here to take the exam in a week. The three subjects of language, mathematics, and foreign languages will be tested. As long as your average score reaches 80 points, I'll agree to let you read high school!"

  Lao Zhang and Xiao Yu were both stunned, what? Still have to take the exam in high school? Xiao Yu's heart couldn't help but drum up, he was now at a junior high level, how could he handle a high school level exam?

  Before he could even think about it, Old Zhang had already agreed and was leaving the administration office with Xiao Yu, who had no choice but to pretend to be excited.

  As soon as he left the office building, Xiao Yu couldn't help but complain to Lao Zhang, "I said, Dad, why didn't you ask for my opinion before agreeing? Can you guarantee that I can pass?"

  Old Zhang looked around and found no one, then whispered to Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu, I asked Director Wang, 80 points is the average score of their students. If we can't even reach that, what kind of university can we take the exam for?"

  Xiao Yu was speechless, yeah, this Rainbow University is just an ordinary school, and probably no more than ten people can get into a key university every year. If one can't even reach the average level of an ordinary school, wanting to get into Zhongtian University is simply a pipe dream.

  Besides, Director Wang is right. All class advisors have a promotion rate indicator, which class advisor would agree to accept a poor student into their own class?

  Anyway, there is still a week's time, and I just learned a new skill - 'photographic memory', so put in some effort, work hard, and getting good grades isn't hopeless.

  Back to the wholesale market, Old Zhang said that someone came to his home today to repair the gas stove, so he went back to take care of it first. This old man is quite considerate, as he has been busy with Xiaoyu's affairs for several days and had to put aside the work at the baozi shop, losing a lot of money.

  Xiao Yu had just opened the shop's rolling door when he walked over to Old Master Chen, who was selling noodles across the street.

  "Huh, Boss Chen, what's up?" Little Yu was puzzled. This Boss Chen had only come once when he first opened his own shop, and after seeing that he didn't buy his noodles, he never set foot in the door again. Why would he suddenly have the interest to come to his store today?

  Mr. Chen looked around mysteriously, followed Xiao Yu into the house, and then looked outside again, gently closing the door, saying to Xiao Yu, "Xiao Yu, something's wrong! This morning Li Dama and others came once, but didn't stay long, I think they must be looking for trouble."

  "Li Dama? Who is he?" Xiaoyu was taken aback, what did this person want with him? Judging from Old Chen's expression, it seemed like this person wasn't someone to be trifled with.

  When Xiao Yu said he didn't know Li Dama, Mr. Chen's face showed an expression of disbelief, "You don't even know Li Dama? He's the big boss of our wholesale market! Nobody dares to mess with him!"

  After listening to Mr. Chen's introduction, Xiao Yu finally realized that he had actually offended someone.

  Li Dama, a Shandong native, stout and strong, runs a stall with several fellow villagers at the entrance of the market, selling fried dough sticks, Shandong-style millet pancakes and other snacks.

  These few people have a fiery temper, and since they learned some martial arts in elementary school, as soon as there's a disagreement, they resort to physical fights. The people at the market are all a bit intimidated by them, making them the tyrants of the marketplace.

  Originally, Xiaoyu and he didn't have much to do with each other, but since Xiaoyu started selling fried dough sticks, Li Dama's business has been declining day by day. His fried dough sticks sell for six cents, while Xiaoyu's sell for five cents, so Xiaoyu has an advantage in terms of price. Moreover, Li Dama uses the same oil to fry dough sticks for several months without changing it, and the color and taste of his fried dough sticks can't compare with Xiaoyu's. As a result, more than half of Li Dama's business was taken away by Xiaoyu.

  Li Dama found that he was earning less money, and after inquiring carefully, he discovered that a chili sauce noodle shop in the market had also started selling fried dough sticks. Li Dama got angry and thought: "Those who sell noodles should just focus on selling noodles, why are they encroaching on my fried dough stick business?"

  With his men stirring up trouble, Li Damazi then spoke out and vowed to smash Xiao Yu's noodle shop.

  Xiao Yu was talking to Boss Chen when Xiao Wu, Boss Chen's partner, rushed in hastily, looking flustered and saying, "It's not good, boss, Li Dama Zi and his gang are here again."

  Mr. Chen was so scared that he didn't dare to say more to Xiaoyu, and pulled Xiao Wu away from the store like flying.

  Xiao Yu thought for a moment, then walked out of his own store and looked around. He saw four people walking towards him from the direction of the market entrance, their momentum fierce and intimidating.

  The first one was a tall and sturdy man, about 1.8 meters in height, wearing a short-sleeved white tank top on his upper body and a pair of large shorts on his lower body, with a shaved head and a face full of pimples, his whole body was muscular, giving off an aura of being the best in the world, no need to say, this was Li Dama Zi, as described by Old Man Chen.

  The three people behind him were also dressed in the same way, with two of them holding rolling pins in their hands. As these four people came over, it was like a scene from a chaotic market, with vendors scrambling to get out of the way as if they had seen a plague god, abandoning their own stalls in the process.

  Before long, the four of them arrived in front of Xiao Yu.

  Li Damaizi tilted his head and took a look at Xiao Yu, this little kid in front of him was about 1.65 meters tall, slender build, wearing sports clothes, with the appearance of a student, looking as delicate as a girl. Li Damaizi's face showed a slight disdain, how dare this half-grown kid compete with him for business? He could crush him with just one hand.

  Xiao Yu was also sizing up Li Dama Zi.

  "Li Dama Zi, attack level 3, medium health, weapon - fist. Combat assessment - just use one hand to deal with him."

  "Is that the little kid from the chili sauce noodle shop?" Li Dama Zi said disdainfully as he circled around Xiao Yu.

  "What's it to you?" Little Yu was not willing to show weakness, and didn't put Li Damaizi in his eyes at all.

  "Hmm, Li Lao Da, this kid is quite interesting, doesn't seem like a waste of money." Li Dama's subordinates also came up, surrounding Xiaoyu in all four directions.

  Li Damazi sneered, "Do you know or not? You've taken away my oil strip business, making me eat northwest wind? I'll simply tell you, from today on, don't sell oil strips, otherwise, I'll demolish this store!" After finishing speaking, he stretched out his right fist, and a fist that looked like a small pickle jar appeared in front of Xiao Yu.

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