Chapter 154: Who Won't Be the First to Submit the Papers?

After a crisp bell, the No. 2 examination room gradually filled.

10:20ใ€‚

The examiner's voice rose in the empty lecture hall, "The ear training test is divided into two parts, first of all, the ear training test will be conducted first, and the students who submit the papers will go directly to the No. 1 examination room on the third floor with the admission ticket for the sight-singing test. โ€

As the examiner's voice fell, the examiner began to distribute the test papers.

Unlike the music theory paper, which has a full page of questions, the ear training paper is almost blank.

Except for a few big titles.

Dictation.

1-tone group dictation

2. Interval: Nature: Dictation

3 Rhythm Dictation

4 single melodies

A table of staves has been given after each question number.

Qin Jian looked up and down, basically these contents.

Five minutes later, the venue was quiet.

Under the attention of all the candidates, the examiner sat down in front of the piano.

The ear training test has officially begun.

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Three standard sounds.

Each candidate held the pen intently and pricked up their ears.

Ear training is difficult.

Candidates can only rely on the standard notes given by the piano to complete each question.

The standard note falls.

The examiner then plays five notes with different pitches.

After a few moments, he repeated the play again.

The title of the first question has been given.

Candidates are required to write down the five sounds they have just heard on the test paper.

Most of the candidates are still in the aftertaste

Qin Jian had already lifted his pen and rhythmically drew on the blank stave after the first question.

โ€˜๏ผŒf ๏ผŒ ๏ผŒ ๏ผŒ โ€™

Five seconds later.

The piano sounded again.

The second question ensues.

The exam was carried out in seconds.

At first, it was okay, and most of the candidates could barely keep up with the examiner.

But as the exam questions become more and more complicated, some people have gradually become sad.

Until the end of the rhythm dictation of the third question.

The vast majority of candidates have fallen into the confusion of life with a pen.

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

"I want to die"

At this time, Qin Jian carefully finished drawing the last note.

"Beautiful. โ€

"Question 4, melody dictation. โ€

"First time. โ€

The examiner raised his voice again, ignoring the miserable candidates in the audience.

"It's the last question, hurry up and finish writing it and leave. โ€

Qin Jian secretly thought.

The scene that happened in the corridor just now really made him uncomfortable.

Take a deep breath.

Qin Jian adjusted his state, wiped the sweat from his palms, and held the pen again.

Moment.

The melody of the piano sounded again in the quiet examination room.

Qin Jian's gaze froze.

The next second.

His pen moved.

The rhythm of the air passed through his auditory nerve, as if it were automatically transformed into a stave.

Incredibly clear.

Qin Jian sang silently in his mouth, and at the same time wrote all this on the scratch paper with a simple score at a very fast speed.

And this scene shocked the eyed boy behind him.

Until the moment the piano fell, Qin Jian also stopped writing.

I double-checked it, and then quickly transcribed the draft on the test paper again.

Two minutes later.

He turned the test paper sideways and wrote two big characters in the name of the paper.

The time for the ear training exam is very short, after the examiner has given all the questions.

There is only 15 minutes left for candidates to sort out their answers.

Every candidate in the examination room filled in the final form, or made it up.

And at this very moment.

A figure stood up again.

Qin Jian strode to the podium with the test paper, and gently put the test paper on the podium under the differential eyes of the male examiner.

Then he buttoned his hat and walked towards the door of the examination room.

In the shocked gaze of the audience, an incredible back was left.

With a soft knock on the door.

The male examiner's gaze returned to the test paper in front of him, and when his gaze swept over the last question, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The three lines are like a printed version of the staves, which are unusually neat.

The melody of the twelve bars is not bad at all.

Leaving the examination room for ear training, Qin Jian immediately went upstairs to the No. 1 solfeggio examination room on the third floor.

Push the door in, and come to the piano.

Qin Jian bowed slightly at the two examiners.

Then he handed his admit card to one of the examiners.

Once the identity verification information is complete.

Qin Jian took one out of the many notes presented by the examiner.

"Luck was good. โ€

Looking at the relatively simple melody in front of him, Qin Jian nodded at the teacher in front of the piano.

With the piano gives the standard tone.

Qin Jian began to sing.

The clear, slightly hoarse singing sound sounded in the empty examination room.

A minute later.

Qin Jian smiled and bowed again, took the admission ticket and left.

"This kid sings well. โ€

"It's a good seedling. โ€

"I finally finished the primary three exams, and the next thing is the professional exam in the afternoon. โ€

Qin Jian went out and stretched, and was about to go downstairs, when the girl with a cello on her back was walking upstairs.

The two inevitably looked at each other.

Thinking that after all, he was Lin Zihui's friend, Qin Jian still nodded politely to the other party, "Come on." โ€

The girl also laughed, "Thank you." โ€

11:30ใ€‚

At the entrance of the South City Art Institute.

Qin Jian and Lin Zihui, the two daughters, were waiting for a long time, and finally looked forward to the chubby figure.

The fat man walked from afar, avoided the second girl's sight, and said seriously towards Qin Jian, "Qin Jian, I smoked a sight-singing with three sharp signs, is it difficult?"

After a pause, he continued, "But I sang it." โ€

"Oh. โ€

Qin Jian let out a faint sigh, "The examiner didn't kill anyone?"

"Poofโ€”"

"Hahaha-"

Qin Jian's words provoked the two girls beside him to laugh again and again.

The fat man's face darkened, and he gave Qin Jian a hard look.

However, Qin Jian pretended not to see it, and then turned his gaze to the two girls beside him and said, "What do you want to eat at noon?" โ€

Lin Zihui turned to the side and asked, "Mu Mu, what do you want to eat, don't be polite." โ€

The girl who was called Mu Mu looked at Lin Zihui in embarrassment, "Whatever, you see." โ€

At this moment, the fat man who had been left out suddenly spoke.

"Why don't we go eat hot pot?"

"Hey, the hot pot is good! I haven't eaten it in a long time. Without waiting for Qin Jian's reaction, Lin Zihui hurriedly pulled Shen Mu's arm on the side, "Mu Mu, what do you think?"

Shen Mu nodded lightly, "It's okay." โ€

"Then it's decided. โ€

Lin Zihui clapped his hands, "Qin Jian, we have decided." โ€

At this time, Qin Jian's face was already a little sluggish, "Hot pot, should we consider eating hot pot in other winters?"

"Isn't it summer right?"

The fat man jumped out again, "Brother Jian, let's go, I haven't eaten for a long time, you see that I have lost weight after practicing hard in the past month." He pointed to his round belly.

Qin Jian continued to be sluggish

"Oh, let's go, the big man grinds and chirps, I'll please, hurry up, there's an exam in the afternoon!"

"That's right, Brother Key, let's go, otherwise it won't be long before we eat. โ€

Lin Zihui and Zhao Yu sang and sang around Qin Jian, and Shen Mu kept covering his mouth on the side.

Long.

"Okay. Qin Jian said.

โ€œyeh๏ผ๏ผ๏ผโ€

"Let's go. โ€

"Let's go, I'll take you to a hot pot restaurant, it's around here, I just ate it last week. โ€

"Haven't you eaten in a long time?"

"Huh?"

Looking at the backs of the three of them, Qin Jian sighed lightly.

"I also know that hot pot is delicious"