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Chapter 164 Admission Scheme
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The live stream was cut off, leaving a black screen.
"Holy crap! Su Hao's gone completely berserk!"
Unable to contain his excitement any longer, Gu Chengyu slapped his thigh hard and screamed.
The sharp pain in his thigh reminded him that this was not a dream.
The phone on the table was bombarded with notification sounds like a storm, the buzzing so loud it shook the table.
Without a doubt, at this moment, the only focus of the group chat, which is usually filled with people who just chat and joke around, is Su Hao, who is like a god descending to earth.
Swish swish.
Gu Chengyu rubbed the mouse wheel until it was almost smoking, constantly scrolling through the latest replies that kept appearing like a waterfall on the forum.
[Holy crap! This level of skill is incredible! If he took the national college entrance exam in China, could he get full marks?!]
Brothers, I'm in the same class as Duck God...
I think that apart from not getting a perfect score in Chinese, he has no weaknesses in any of his other subjects. Do you understand that kind of despair?
The top performer tackles any level of exam, even a pop quiz, with absolute skill, leaving no room for error!
No, am I the only useless person?
How come I didn't understand the principles explained by the professor in plain language on TV today?
I feel like my IQ has been completely humiliated.
Let me briefly translate the core idea of the TV program:
Our country has produced a genius so outstanding he's practically made history; universities in Europe and America are fighting over him!
[And this colossal behemoth that's wreaking havoc in academia is only fourteen years old this year! Don't you old fogies feel ashamed?]
[So, does this move by the Duck God have a chance of winning a Nobel Prize?]
[I have a vested interest, so let me, a physics competition enthusiast, say something.]
It remains to be seen whether leading figures in the physics community can follow up and provide more solid theoretical support.
Also, here's a bit of common knowledge for the person upstairs: The Nobel Prize doesn't have a separate prize for mathematics! That's the Fields Medal in mathematics!
With a talent like DuckGod's, the top two universities in China would definitely want to come and poach him, right?
[Now they probably aren't even good enough for the top 2!]
If their admissions office were to be incredibly considerate and throw in a large, single-level apartment in a good school district within the Second Ring Road, I guess our bigwig might at least grudgingly snort and consider it.
"Holy crap...should I take this opportunity to shamelessly beg him for an autograph?"
What if it can be passed down as a family heirloom?
Gu Chengyu swallowed hard and silently opened an international second-hand trading platform in his browser.
With a solemn expression, he typed Einstein and von Neumann's names into the search box, wanting to see what price these scientific giants' autographs could fetch at auction now, and incidentally, to estimate his own future net worth...
..........
At this very moment, on the other side of the ocean.
The afternoon sun in winter, though warm and gentle, carries a lazy air about it.
But at this very moment, in the spacious and luxurious president's office at MIT, two white-haired academic giants are locked in a tense and highly charged confrontation.
The air was so heavy it seemed like it could drip water.
The principal sat behind the large desk that symbolized power, his gaze extremely cold and sharp, staring intently at Professor Leonard, the dean of the mathematics department, who stood opposite him.
"Leonard, haven't I repeated this time and time again?"
Before the official admissions committee formally initiates the process, your unauthorized actions as dean to contact that child will raise extremely serious procedural compliance issues!
If, in the future, those media outlets that thrive on chaos seize upon this opportunity to sensationalize and publish negative news about "the transfer of privileged benefits" in their newspapers...
Can you bear this heavy historical responsibility?!
Leonard was now filled with rage.
Just now, his painstakingly drafted "Su Hao's exceptional admission plan" was rejected for the second time by the principal in front of him, who was full of bureaucracy!
"To hell with procedural compliance! That rigid and corrupt admissions committee is beyond redemption, rotten to the core!"
Leonard slammed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and spittle almost flew onto the principal's face.
"Their behavior is so conservative it's disgusting! Have you forgotten why Elijah Cronin ultimately left for Princeton in a huff?!"
His first choice was clearly MIT! But those old fogies on the committee insisted on clinging to some bullshit age clause to choke him!
Later, he arrogantly refused to help his family with the real difficulties of relocating across borders!
In the end, they practically drove a genius away! Now, are we going to repeat the same mistake?!
"MIT is a top-tier university that values a century-old tradition and strict rules; we're not a marketplace!"
The principal's voice was deep and unwavering.
"We must act within the framework of the system!"
"What a century-old legacy!" Leonard sneered.
"So you're going to do this for that damn piece of dogma, for that so-called 'procedural justice'..."
To watch helplessly as a once-in-a-century genius, capable of changing the course of human history, is snatched away from our very noses by Harvard and Princeton!
"I desire Su Hao to be our student more than anyone else!" the principal retorted, raising his voice.
"The committee will send out the official admission offer as soon as possible, and I will break with tradition by attaching a special admission letter that I personally sign and that bears the school's gold seal!"
Leonard, you need to understand that this kind of treatment is extremely rare in MIT's more than 100-year history!
Isn't this enough sincerity?
"What I'm emphasizing to you is that your so-called 'honors,' these bureaucratic hypocrites, are utterly insignificant in the face of true genius!"
Leonard ruthlessly punctured the principal's self-pity.
"Reliable intelligence indicates that those old foxes from Harvard and Princeton have already arranged for special personnel and planes to fly over there overnight!"
They will absolutely offer outrageously generous terms and bang on your door with huge sums of money!
And what about our great MIT? They're still sitting in this office, fussing over some damn rules and procedures!
The principal seemed to have finally been pushed to his limit by Leonard's barrage of attacks.
He wearily rubbed his throbbing temples, let out a long sigh, and his tone carried a hint of resigned compromise:
"Alright. Since you've put it this way, let's get straight to the point."
"So, what kind of incentive are you, Dean, willing to offer the school to win over this child?"
"At least on the core terms, we must be absolutely on par with those old rivals and not give an inch."
Leonard rattled off his plans in rapid succession.
"Full tuition waiver and top-notch living allowance are just the bare minimum requirements!"
More importantly, the school must provide the entire family with the highest-standard family apartments unconditionally.
If we break with convention and make an exception by directly signing a "research supplementary agreement" with Su Hao...
We can then legally and compliantly resolve his family's cross-border visa and settlement expenses in one comprehensive manner!
The most ingenious part is that this method perfectly circumvents the numerous annoying restrictions imposed by the U.S. Department of Labor regarding interference with minors' participation in advanced experimental programs!
This outrageous package of conditions is practically a gamble with all of MIT's most prized privileges, even to the point of selling its last shred of assets.
The principal was so angry that he let out an absurdly bitter laugh.
"Okay, very good. Is there anything else you'd like to add? Please feel free to say it all at once."