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Chapter 53 The high school entrance examination is over

Lu Zhengkang came out of the examination room.

The last subject of the high school entrance examination was foreign language. He finished answering it in one hour, but then the invigilator refused to let him hand in the paper in advance. Even if he did, he could only stay in the lounge, so he sat bored in the examination room for an hour and a half, falling asleep in the middle of the exam.

After a nap.

There were two invigilators in one examination room, both from other schools, one behind the other, and there were surveillance cameras pointing at everyone.

After finishing the English test, Lu Zhengkang leaned on the chair with his hands folded across his chest. Although he was in the last row, his golden sword looked like he was sitting on the top spot in Liangshan Juyi Hall. The invigilator at the back of the classroom would come and go from time to time.

I came to stand in front of his desk for a while, and it seemed that I thought he was a self-destructive scumbag.

The male teacher at the front of the classroom had a foul face and spoke in a very serious tone. He stood straight on the podium and stared like an elegant and easy-going dead man. Many students were frightened by him and became a little uneasy.

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Lu Zhengkang kept staring at him after he finished writing the paper. The guy frowned at the death gaze and felt uncomfortable. The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and he silently walked to the back of the classroom to change classes.

Lu Zhengkang was not afraid of anyone. That guy walked to the back of the classroom. Lu happened to be in the last row, so he turned his head and stared.

At the end of an exam, the elegant and easy-going invigilator went crazy. He collected the papers as fast as he could in his life and gave Lu Zhengkang a vicious look, but in the end he did not dare to say anything.

Lu Zhengkang walked to the station in a swagger, and met several friends from Ninghu F4 on the way. Zhou Ping was also inside. The teenagers laughed happily and shouted for relief. When they saw Mr. Lu, the number one in the school, they all gathered together.

Zhang Yingxuan also pretended to lament that foreign language reading this time was very strange. Who didn't know that his grandson was already very good at Russian, and he never failed to get perfect scores.

As soon as Zhang Yingxuan opened his mouth, everyone started shouting. One said that ancient Chinese poetry would kill me, and another said that whenever he saw a math problem, his mind would recurse to tan90°, what about history and politics, dizzy, what about engineering geography, his eyes were filled with desolation.

Not to mention that the three Physics and Chemistry candidates' graveyard was in mourning for a moment, causing everyone around them to shake their heads and sigh.

The naive students gathered next to Ninghu F4 to discuss the test questions together.

"What! The last question in math fill-in-the-blank question requires the root sign?"

"What! The last step in physics is magnetic flux?"

"Why have you never heard of this question? Oh, just choose the last question. That'll be fine."

Zhou Ping remained silent at the edge of the crowd, looking at the young brothers who came one after another to complain. Ninghu F4, who had ulterior motives, was mixed among them without breaking the rules at all. I'm afraid those guys thought everyone was acting abnormally, right?

Little did they know, half of the crowd were insiders.

Gee, these guys are just pretentious.

Zhou Ping recalled that in the two months before the exam, Ninghu F4 forced him to study every day. Although he said he didn't want to, he was really grateful in his heart.

Perhaps it is this group of enthusiastic, pure and honest young people who are the real future of our country.

As teachers often say: a group of rising suns at eight or nine in the morning.

Thinking about it, I have to shine like them. I don't want to make any big contribution. I want to take off the cold air on my body. Just like Mr. Zhou Shuren said, just walking up can be like a firefly and shine a little in the dark.

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For modern people, this light and heat is nothing but happiness.

It is true that there is no eternal happiness in the world, and such beautiful emotions will never disappear. Zhou Ping had a strong desire to create in his heart. He wanted to record those moments of free expression in the days of duckweed and weeds, not with words.

, instead of using a camera, he wants to be a game producer.

With a goal in mind, this lifeless young man finally let go of his chest. When he looked at everything around him, he still looked familiar, but he had a completely different perception!

The people and things that disgusted him, the sweat dripping from him on the playground and track, the bitter experiences he experienced in the teaching building, the national flag waving in the wind, the empty seats on the rostrum and the audience stage, everything that happened in the past seemed to be still vivid in his mind, and he wanted to go

The memories are vague and unclear. There are not many opportunities to return to this campus in this life. Even if he is promoted to high school, it will be difficult for him to return to Chunhua District.

Therefore, the stubborn and rebellious child reconciled with himself and the world today.

The day when the high school entrance examination ended was July 4th, Friday. It turned cloudy. In the evening sky, the dome was gray, and the clouds scattered high and low were like floating islands. In the northwest where the sun was, there was a brilliant afterglow that spanned the deep sky and the atmosphere.

He flew inadvertently through the gap between the cloud islands and landed in the jungle of the human city. The long and tall grass on the playground green space swayed in the wind, boiling the golden sunset.

Lu Zhengkang squeezed out of the crowd, stood still, and opened his arms toward the southeast. The twilight grew wings on the edge of his tall silhouette. In the distance, Su Xiangli ran over generously, with his strong legs spread out.

, passing through the green grass, also spreading his hands, like a flying swan.

The classmates on the huge playground all turned to look at them, as if they were watching a happy drama. The man who returned in triumph embraced the woman who had been waiting so hard.

When Lu Zhengkang really picked up Su Xiangli and spun him around, everyone applauded and cheered.

Su Xiangli put her forehead against his, put her hands straight on Lu Zhengkang's shoulders, straightened her left leg, and bent her right leg, letting Lu Zhengkang wrap his arms around her waist, and pressed his arms gently,

It was hanging in mid-air.

They turned around symbolically for a while, and Su Xiangli relaxed and stood back on the ground.

"How was your exam?" Lu Zhengkang touched her nose affectionately. There was a thin layer of sweat on Su Xiangli's face, which moistened the fine hairs on her cheeks, and the reflection was shining brightly.

"Fortunately, the foreign language is quite simple."

"What's the estimate?"

"The total score is probably seven hundred and six."

A student with an artistic talent and a score of 760 in cultural classes and physical education was randomly selected from high schools across the country.

"Have you decided which school to go to?"

"I like the National Arts High School, it's more professional."

"The one in Zhenjiang?"

"right."

Lu Zhengkang thought about what good high schools there were in Zhenjiang, and there was actually one that was a key provincial center and better than Ninghu High School. It was called Yonghang No. 1 Middle School. By the way, didn’t Zhenjiang produce the best talent in the city? Yes.

You can take a chance in high school.

He took out his earphones and put them on, and was about to ask Futude to check how far the National Art High School was from Yonghang No. 1 Middle School, when by chance an email came.

Lu Zhengkang asked Futude to read the email.

"Sender: China Internet Intelligence Audit Bureau.

"Text: Dear Citizen Lu Zhengkang (Mr.), the artificial intelligence you designed is numbered d9942520910624zxg, codename: Futude. It has passed the review and has promotion qualifications. You can already apply for a patent for it. Finally, I wish you a happy life."


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