Chapter 321

At the award ceremony, four members of the Chinese team, Qing Yishui, holding the gold medal on their chest and holding flowers, stood in a row with Jiang Fuyue as C.

That posture, not to mention the wind.

Click——

Foreign media recorded this glorious moment.

Soon, the news that four students of the Huaxia national team took the top three of the current IOI spread back to China.

Because the time difference between Coase and China was very small, at that time, it was early in the morning and office workers had just begun to be busy.

On the subway, young white-collar workers are watching the news with their mobile phones, and old men are listening to the radio with headphones.

After a while, they heard the same news.

Imperial capital, a family building of Q University.

"Lao Yan, get up?" Yan's mother poured him a glass of warm water and put it on the table.

After drinking, Yan Zhenfeng looked at the empty table and asked his wife, "didn't you make breakfast today?"

"Yes, Wen is on the stove and carries it by himself." he didn't raise his head and stared at his mobile phone.

Yan Zhenfeng wondered, don't you usually bring him the bowl to the front and hand him the chopsticks?

It's strange today.

Having said that, he honestly entered the kitchen and soon walked to the living room with bean juice and coarse grain steamed bread.

Put it on the tea table, didn't hurry to eat, but put his head close to it: "what are you looking at? Focus like this."

"Look at genius."

"What?"

Yan Shimu frowned: "eat your breakfast, blocking my light."

Yan Zhenfeng: "

Just as he was squatting in the corner with a dark face and eating steamed bread alone, suddenly——

"Lao Yan! It says that Jiang Fuyue is still a member of this year's iPho national team. Is that your student?"

Yan Zhenfeng never thought that one day he would hear the name "Jiang Fuyue" from his wife's mouth.

He was a little stunned.

Yan's mother couldn't wait. She couldn't help pushing him: "Why are you stunned when talking to you?"

"... yes, there is such a student."

When Yan Shimu's eyes lit up, she raised the screen in front of him with her backhand and confirmed in surprise: "is it her?"

Yan Zhenfeng nodded, "yes."

The next second, he saw the news headline - Explosion! The current IOI national team won the championship. Jiang Fuyue won the first full score in the information competition after iPho won the championship!

Suddenly opened his mouth and his eyes were unbelievable——

"The first, the first? Still full score?" Yan Zhenfeng's steamed bread had been scared off, and he rolled on the floor twice and stopped moving.

"Why, don't you know?" master Yan's mother was surprised, "then you're too careless..."

"No... why don't I care? I won the IOI award, and I don't teach informatics. How can I care?"

"At least she is also a student of your summer camp. Don't you know whether she participated in the informatics competition?"

"Cough..." Yan Zhenfeng touched his nose.

Yes, but he never thought Jiang Fuyue would win the prize! Or with a good score of No. 1

Fortunately, he thought the girl was just playing tickets and making fun of the fun. Now it's better.

In the face.

Hiss

It hurts!

Qin Libin and sun Qun also saw the news.

Today, they made an appointment to play tennis in the city stadium. They just changed their clothes and were ready to lock their mobile phone into the locker. Unexpectedly, a push message popped up.

Qin Libin was ready to cross it out without thinking about it. At first glance, he often did it, which became a habit.

Suddenly, his fingertips were stung, and the familiar name came into sight.

Jiang Fuyue?

Click open and take a closer look, "Sun Qun! Sun Qun! Come quickly -"

"What's the matter? Are you crying?"

"Hurry up!"

Sun Qun trotted out from the inside. He didn't pull his heels, so he stepped on them all the way.

"What's the matter?" he said nervously.

"See for yourself." Qin Libin stuffed his mobile phone into him.

Sun Qun bowed his head in doubt. Five seconds later——

"My God! The IOI also won the prize?" this is a question.

Qin Libin took a draw from the corner of his mouth: "official media, just sent it, can it be fake?"

"Sleeping trough! Full marks again!"