In June, Nanshi was already scorching.

It's only in the early morning and midnight that you can feel the coolness outside.

It's 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 by Ye Yi, after Qin Jian went to Vienna, Bor came to several folk music candidates one after another, and one of the girls who learned the flute was left by her.

In this way, she had a second student of her own, and an extra tuition fee.

Not only that, at the suggestion of Lu Desheng.

Ye Yi became the first editor teacher in Bauer's history to supervise evening self-study.

Qin Jian knew that Bol's evening self-study discipline had always been a headache for Lu Desheng.

I have to say that the voice in Ye Yi's student group is still very high.

With her in attendance, the evening self-study discipline has been greatly improved.

On the whole, Ye Yi's work and life in Bol can be regarded as completely on the right track.

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Qin Jian's side, in addition to going out as necessary, such as shopping for grain.

The rest of the time was spent on the final sprint to the culture class.

The focus is still on doing math mock papers and memorizing history and politics.

Every day, I only sit in front of the piano and change my mind when I have a break.

Occasionally play a little gadget, occasionally play a jazz sketch.

Or open Chris's Intermediate Piano Guide at night before going to bed and read it.

Time flies to the fullest.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.

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June 7 is a very special day for every senior party.

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 can't pass the exam, you will go abroad, don't worry. ”

What he said made Fang Xuehua speechless for a while.

The most important thing is that she thinks what Qin Jian said is reasonable.

"Stinky boy, don't talk nonsense. ”

Qin Gang's voice came from the phone, "Check your things again, bring your ID card, admission ticket, pen and rubber ruler, don't lose it." ”

"Peace of mind," Qin Jian held the phone, his eyes swept over the eraser on the desk, and then put it into the pencil case.

"Okay, let's wash up and go. ”

Just hung up the phone.

He Jing's phone called again, and naturally there was no need for some advice.

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Ten minutes later, Qin Jian rebandaged his left hand and set off with a mask.

Passing by the gate of the Bor Art School, the piano room building was already lively.

"Not bad. ”

Qin Jian, as an art candidate, was assigned to Nanshi Yucai No. 2 Middle School, which is located not far from Boer Art School, and most of the art candidates in Nanshi are arranged here every year.

When there were still forty minutes before the exam, Qin Jian walked to the congested street entrance.

Look far away.

At the gate of Yucai No. 2 Middle School, there is a large number of people in Wuyang and Wuyang behind the fence, which is not a big scene for a big province with a college entrance examination.

Uniformed staff maintain order at the school gates.

One by one, the candidates entered the entrance in an orderly manner with the admission ticket.

Qin Jian waited quietly, and when the crowd at the gate had dispersed a lot, he took off his mask and walked towards the gate.

Smoothly entered the test area.

"Exam Room No. 26. "This hasn't changed.

I found the exam room from memory.

As soon as I entered the door, young faces looked at me.

A familiar scene, but Qin Jian couldn't remember who he had seen.

After taking off the mask, many art candidates recognized him as soon as he stepped into the classroom.

A small commotion was quickly suppressed by the invigilator.

"This classmate came to have his fingerprints checked. ”

Following the invigilator's instructions, Qin Jian came to the fingerprint recognition device and stretched out his hands.

The invigilator looked at the bandage on his left hand and suddenly wondered, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"I'm sorry teacher, I hurt my left hand. ”

A moment later.

After a brief exchange between the two invigilators, he handed over his mobile phone and went to his seat.

At nine o'clock, the bell rang on campus.

The invigilator distributes the test papers

Exams begin.

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Chinese.

It is Qin Jian's traditional strength, since junior high school, he has not listened carefully in Chinese class.

However, the score was always around 100.

The choice is left to chance.

Read by feeling.

Diploma awareness.

Ancient poems, give up.

Two and a half hours passed quickly.

Satisfied, he added the title of the essay before the end of the exam, and Qin Jian put down the pen.

He has always done this, writing the content first, and then filling in the topic.

"Well written. ”

"A bit of a taste. ”

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However, compared to the rich Chinese test in the morning, the mathematics in the afternoon is a bit sleepy.

Half an hour after the math test started, Qin Jian had nothing to do.

Yes, all done.

No, he didn't know what to write.

The first six multiple-choice questions should be ok if nothing else.,The multiple-choice questions he filled in [0] according to his memory.,There should be one of them hit.。

The trigonometric functions and the first question of the sequence are all counted, and the plane geometry of the additional questions is basically full.

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Overall, the first day of the exam was a smooth one.

At the end of the Wenzong exam the next morning, Qin Jian still had three major questions that he had not written.

But he did 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, choose A with the same length and short, choose D with different lengths, and uneven C is invincible'.

And just like that, as the bell rang for the end of class.

Qin Jian's college entrance examination is over again.

To sum it up.

It's a lot stronger than last time.

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The moment he walked out of Yucai No. 2 Middle School, Qin Jian's heart was more or less throbbing.

This means that his identity has changed again.

Next.

It's a new beginning.

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On the night of the end of the college entrance examination, do you still remember what you did?

A bar to celebrate?

An all-nighter internet café?

Vindicate?

Or sleep?

Qin Jian also wanted to indulge, but unfortunately, as an art candidate, his high school classmates were all over the corner of Quan Province.

Last time, he was also a person, playing ranked all night in an Internet café and lost all night.

This time, the game clearly didn't appeal to him anymore.

So he moved two cases of beer and a handful of skewers back to 206 that night, and after finishing all the calls, turned off the phone and tossed it aside.

Facing the computer, he opened Zhou Xingxing's domestic Ling Ling paint.

Laughing and drinking.

The night passed.

Is it hypocritical?

Then be hypocritical once.

A tribute to youth.

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When Qin Jian woke up, it was already half past four in the afternoon.

The house was full of alcohol, and the hot computer was still playing Journey to the West.

'Wukong: Beep, don't make noise!'

Tang Seng: You're scaring me again. ’

Qin Jian was happy and closed the notebook casually.

I took a shower and cleaned the house.

Looking at Chopin's etudes on the piano, a certain emotion in Qin Jian's heart was also swept away.

After a brief supper of porridge, he sat down at the desk again.

Pondered for a moment.

I took out a notebook and a pen.

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"It's time to make a plan for the holidays. ”