"You know, but you still want to apply for a leave." Hou Chengjue couldn't do anything about Yun Xiangxiang.
This was the deal they had before Yun Xiangxiang entered school. He could only take his pen and sign it, "Don't lag behind in your studies."
"Don't worry, teacher. I guarantee you that I won't give you guys the chance to expel me," Yun Xiangxiang smiled cheekily.
"What do you think of the national math competition next year?" Hou Chengjue handed the slip of leave to Yun Xiangxiang.
Yun Xiangxiang was caught between a rock and a hard place, "Teacher, I know that is an honor, but I don't plan on taking part."
The intra school competition for freshmen was for selecting talents who would take part in the nationals in sophomore year. The top three would have to compete. This was the tradition.