Only in the early morning and midnight can you feel the slightest coolness outdoors.
It has been almost a week since Qin Jian returned to China.
On Children's Day, he went to 1401.
I learned about Ye Yi’s situation in Bor.
In addition to the bamboo flute candidate who was left behind by Ye Yi, after Qin Jian went to Vienna, several more folk music candidates came to Boer, and one of them, a girl studying flute, was retained by her.
In this way, she had a second student of her own, and gained an additional tuition fee.
Not only that, under Lu Desheng's suggestion.
Ye Yi became the first external teacher in Boer's history to supervise evening self-study.
Qin Jian knew that Boer's late self-study discipline had always been a headache for Lu Desheng.
I have to say that the voice among Ye Yi's students is still very high.
After her joining, the discipline of evening self-study has been greatly improved.
Overall, it seems that Ye Yi's work and life in Bor are completely on the right track.
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Qin Jian, except for necessary outings, such as shopping and stocking up on food.
All the remaining time was spent on the final cultural class sprint.
The focus is still on doing math mock papers and reciting history and politics.
Every day, I only sit down in front of the piano to change my mind during my rest time.
Occasionally play and sing some gadgets, and occasionally play jazz sketches.
Or open Chris's Intermediate Piano Guide and read it before going to bed at night.
Time passed very fulfillingly.
In a blink of an eye, another three days passed.
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June 7th is a very special day for every high school senior.
Early in the morning, Qin Jian received a call from Fang Xuehua as soon as he got up: "Son, come on, don't be nervous."
"Don't worry, Mom. If you don't pass the exam, you can go abroad. Don't worry."
What he said made Fang Xuehua speechless for a moment.
The most important thing is that she thinks what Qin Jian said makes sense.
"You bastard, stop talking nonsense."
Qin Gang's voice came from the phone, "Check your things again. Bring your ID card, admission ticket, pen, eraser and ruler. Don't leave anything behind."
"Peace of mind, peace of mind," Qin Jian held the phone, glanced at the eraser on the desk, and then put it into the pencil case.
"Okay, let's not talk anymore. I'll wash up and set off."
Just hung up the phone.
He Jing's phone call came again, and naturally he gave me some advice.
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Ten minutes later, Qin Jian re-bandaged his left hand and set off wearing a mask.
Passing by the gate of Boer Art School, the piano room building was already bustling.
"good."
As an art examinee, Qin Jian was assigned to the Nanshi Yucai No. 2 Middle School, which is not far from Boer Art School. Most of the art examinees in Nanshi are arranged here every year.
With forty minutes left before the exam, Qin Jian walked to a crowded street.
Looking from afar.
At the gate of Yucai No. 2 Middle School, there is a large group of people in Wuyang behind the isolation fence. This is not a big scene for a province that is famous for its college entrance examination.
Uniformed staff maintain order at the school gate.
Candidates entered the hall in an orderly manner with their admission tickets.
Qin Jian waited quietly. When the crowd at the gate dispersed, he took off his mask and walked towards the gate.
Enter the examination area smoothly.
"Examination Room No. 26." This has not changed.
I found the exam room based on my memory.
As soon as I entered the door, I was greeted by young faces.
It was a familiar scene, but Qin Jian couldn't remember who he had seen before.
After taking off his mask, many art candidates recognized him as soon as he entered the classroom.
There was a small commotion that was quickly suppressed by the invigilator.
"This classmate is here to have his fingerprints checked."
Following the instructions of the invigilator, Qin Jian came to the fingerprint recognition machine and stretched out his hands.
The invigilator looked at the bandage on his left hand and suddenly asked suspiciously: "What happened to the hand?"
"I'm sorry, teacher, my left hand is a little injured."
After a while.
The two invigilators had a brief exchange, then asked him to hand over his cell phone and go to his seat.
At nine o'clock sharp, the bell rang in the campus.
The invigilator distributes test papers
The exam begins.
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Chinese.
This is Qin Jian's traditional strength. He has never listened carefully in Chinese classes since junior high school.
But the score can always be maintained at around 100 points.
The choice depends on luck.
Read by feel.
Make diploma awareness.
Ancient poetry, give up.
Two and a half hours passed quickly.
Satisfied, Qin Jian put down the pen after adding the topic of the composition before the end of the exam.
He has always been like this, writing the content first and then adding the title.
"Well written."
“It has some flavor.”
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However, compared to the fulfilling Chinese language test in the morning, the mathematics in the afternoon seemed a bit sleepy.
Half an hour after the math test started, Qin Jian had nothing to do.
Yes, I've done it all.
No, he doesn't know what to write.
As expected, the first six multiple-choice questions should all be OK. According to memory, he filled in [0] for all the multiple-choice questions. One of them should be a hit.
The first question of trigonometric functions and sequence of numbers has been solved as expected, and the additional questions of plane geometry are basically covered.
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Overall, the first day of exams went smoothly.
At the end of the comprehensive liberal arts exam the next morning, Qin Jian still had three major questions that he had not yet written.
But he tried his best.
English test in the afternoon.
Adhering to the core concept of 'three long and one short, choose the shortest, three short and one long, choose the longest, two long and two short, choose B, the same length and short, choose A, different lengths, choose D, and uneven C, the invincible'.
Just like that, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
Qin Jian's college entrance examination is over again.
in conclusion.
Much better than last time.
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The moment he walked out of Yucai No. 2 Middle School, Qin Jian's heart was a little palpitating.
This means that his identity has changed again.
Next.
It's a new beginning.
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On the night after the college entrance examination, do you still remember what you did?
Celebrating at a bar?
Internet cafe all night?
Confession?
Or sleep?
Qin Jian also wanted to indulge for a while, but unfortunately as an art candidate, his high school classmates were all over Quan Province.
Last time, he was alone, playing ranked in an Internet cafe all night long, and lost all night.
This time, the game obviously had no appeal for him.
So he moved two boxes of beer and a handful of skewers back to 206 that night. After ending all the calls, he turned off the phone and threw it aside.
Facing the computer, he opened Zhou Xingxing's domestic Lingling paint.
Smiling and drinking.
One night passed.
Pretentious?
Then be hypocritical for once.
A tribute to youth.
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It was already half past four in the afternoon when Qin Jian woke up.
The room smelled of alcohol and there were bottles everywhere.
The hot computer is still playing Westward Journey.
'Wukong: Beep! Don't make any noise!'
'Tang Monk: You are scaring me again.'
Qin Jian was happy and closed his notebook.
I took a shower and then cleaned the house.
Watching Chopin's etudes on the piano, a certain emotion in Qin Jian's heart was swept away.
After having some simple porridge for dinner, he sat down at the desk again.