Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

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The principal asked Huo Yao to sit down on the sofa and then poured her a glass of water. Then he sat opposite her and said, "I came to you mainly to ask if you want to change classes."

Huo Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, "Change shift? Why change shift?"

"I think you are suitable for science, and your talents are too much buried in the liberal arts class." The principal looked serious.

When he first started school, he had planned to place her in a science class, but he didn't expect to be delayed by the affairs of the capital. When he returned, she had already been placed in a liberal arts class.

When Huo Yao heard this, he smiled and shook his head, "No, it doesn't make much difference to me in a liberal arts class or a science class."

Anyway, she had already finished the nine courses in high school.

The headmaster looked at Huo Yao with a confident face and couldn't help touching the tip of his nose. After thinking about it, he asked, "You don't want to change classes because of Wei Mingzhe?"

Rocket Class 1 is a science class, and the head teacher is Wei Mingzhe who refuses to ask Huo Yao when school starts.

"He? No." Huo Yao said lightly. If the principal didn't mention this person, she would almost forget.

After a pause, she said jokingly: "If you want to persuade me to change classes like this, Teacher Chen Yu will look for you desperately when I turn back."

The principal smiled. It doesn’t matter where I don’t see that Huo Yao is really indifferent. He sighed, "Well, you don’t want me to force you, but you still remember Zhao Lian and Professor Zhao from the General Education Association last time. ?"

Huo Yao nodded, she remembered well and naturally remembered, not to mention that the principal specially introduced the other party.

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"To tell you the truth, Professor Zhao is a professor in the Department of Biology of Qinghai University. He has a good impression of you, and he has read your examination papers for these two issues, saying that you are very accomplished in biological research."

The principal thought that Zhao Lian called him yesterday to ask about Huo Yao, and smiled: "It's just a pity that you were placed in a liberal arts class."

So this is the main reason why the principal suddenly wanted to transfer her to a science class.

Huo Yao understood in an instant.

"However, according to your study intensity, there is really not much difference between liberal arts and science." The principal did not bother. "Professor Zhao has been looking for direct disciples. He is very optimistic about you. You must seize the opportunity. After all, you will definitely not be a person who is only confined to our place in the future. The people in Beijing are complicated and have nothing to do with you, which is not a good thing."

Talents with special expertise are hard to come by. If they can't be recruited, why not ruin them. Don't even think of monopolizing them.

Once the balance of power is broken, it is not just a bloody storm.

Listening to the principal's words, Huo Yao of course understood the other party's deep meaning. She was silent. She looked at the principal with a plain expression, and only said, "Thank you for your love and support."

Why did the professor in the Department of Biology of Beijing Youth University treat her differently? It's not that the principal is in the middle, or there will be a few contests and examinations, which will not really involve any research field.

Although she didn't need it, she accepted the principal's love.

The principal waved his hand, "If you really want to thank me, just come back with a place on the stage of this year's international competition."

He was talking about ranking, not gold, silver, and bronze.

Huo Yao raised his eyebrows. It seems that the principal still knows too little about her, but she didn't brag, and consciously replied with modest words: "Small meaning."