An hour later.

"Not bad. ”

Qin Jian looked at the two-page schedule of work and rest in front of him, and felt a lot more relieved in his heart.

From work and rest to practice and study, Qin Jian made a short-term plan for 30 days.

The planned time node was before he went to Vienna, and all the time during this period was at his disposal, and he no longer had to worry about the repertoire of the competition, nor did he have to go back and forth for the art exams.

Regarding the study plan, in addition to learning the language, the cultural courses to be tested in the college entrance examination are also included in the strict study plan.

"You need to think both. ”

...

It may take up some of his time to practice, but it's a necessity right now.

Even if there is no change in this year's high school examination papers, how much does he remember?

In the four years of college, except for piano and professional compulsory courses, Qin Jian was deserted.

And for most art candidates who are admitted to college, this is also the norm.

But after many years, he faced the 'maybe college entrance examination' again, and he had to do something in advance.

After all, with his knowledge in high school, if he doesn't prepare, he may not even be able to pass the art promotion line this time...

It's a fact.

...

After resting for a while, Qin Jian vacated his backpack, and after putting away his luggage, he left the house with the empty backpack on his back.

Out of the community, Qin Jian went to the supermarket to buy two Hada gates, and then came to Bor Art School.

....

At this time, the school already sounds a little lively.

"Uncle Ding. ”

"Why do you kid have time to go back to school, come, come in and sit down. ”

Through the paging of the communication room, an old man and a young man talked.

"Don't sit down, I'll go back to the dormitory and get something," Standing at the door of the communication room, Qin Jian looked at the construction workers back and forth on the campus, "What is our school going to do?"

"The school is going to redecorate the piano room and dormitory, saying that it will expand enrollment this year, but the construction team will be busy after the end of the year."

"Enrollment?Decoration?" Qin Jian searched his memory, but did not find any clues.

"Isn't it almost time for the new admissions season? ”

Uncle Ding said and threw a key to the window, "The locks on the dormitory door have been changed, but your things from the last session are still kept for you, go quickly, remember to lock the door when you come out." ”

"That's good. Qin Jian smiled.

This is probably related to He Jing's achievements in the Huayun Competition, and the school has an extra signature teacher, which is indeed an incomparably huge improvement in the influence of an art school.

Even though He Jing resigned, the quality of Bol's art teaching has always been the highest in the city.

It's a good thing after all.

"Thank you," he said, putting two cigarettes from his bag and putting them at the window, "You're busy, uncle." ”

"Ahem!"

"What are you doing, boy..."

Without waiting for Uncle Ding to poke his head out, Qin Jian took the key and slipped away.

"This kid. ”

Lao Ding shook his head and smiled.

After a moment, he got up and locked the two cigarettes in the cabinet.

...

416 dormitories.

“....”

Qin Jian pushed the door, almost thinking that he was in the wrong place.

Such a clean and tidy room has never been in his memory.

When he first walked into this dormitory, the fat man had been living here for a short time.

The double-tiered iron frame bed attached to the wall has been replaced by a wooden upper and lower table, and the interior has been replaced with a new one.

Even the smell of sawdust was left in the air.

"Hey. ”

A moment of sadness.

......

To be honest, Qin Jian couldn't remember how long it had been since he had opened a textbook.

"Compulsory one. ”

Looking at the dusty blue textbook in his hand, "This math or something, it's really..."

After shaking off all the textbooks needed in the cabinet, Qin Jian put all the textbooks he needed into his bag.

In front of the door, I took a panoramic view of the dormitory with my mobile phone and sent it to the fat man.

...

After leaving the Boer Art School, Qin Jian took a taxi to a Xinhua bookstore near Yuehai Square, bought a set of tutoring materials, several sets of college entrance examination mock test papers, and bought two elementary German textbooks.

Then I came to the Digital City and went around and spent more than 6,000 yuan to pick a domestic laptop.

In the end, I made a big purchase in the supermarket and bought two small bonsai in the flower garden in front of the supermarket.

At 5:40, I returned to the Sichuan restaurant at the entrance of the community and ate a boiled fish.

At 6:30, it was back at 206.

...

When you get home, fill up the refrigerator.

I replaced all the miscellaneous things on the desk with all the study materials, and finally put two pots of small meaty on the corner of the table.

I opened my computer and downloaded some commonly used software, and then found the video of the Mozart finals in other major regions on the Internet.

"Sure enough, there were no hits. ”

Looking at the number of clicks of less than 100 digits, Qin Jian clicked on the first video.

Moment.

"The Philadelphia Orchestra. ”

Looking at the subtitle introduction in the screen, on the bright stage, the orchestra sat around the piano, and the brown curly hair began to play from the stage under the applause.

“k271。 ”

Qin Jian smiled and remembered Natsuki Aso.

Then I turned up the volume of the music to moderate and put the computer aside.

Pulled out the blue compulsory one from the textbook.

Qin Jian turned the first page.

Chapter 1 [Functions and Set Concepts]

1.1 Collections

Lines of text flew by in front of his eyes, just like looking at a musical score, Qin Jian's reading was extremely fast.

Just a moment later.

He hesitated suddenly, then closed the book.

His brow furrowed.

The next second.

[Usually, we put... The elephant is called the element..... And some have .... It's called a set]

In my mind, intermittent words appeared.

...

"It's that I'm thinking too much. ”

"Sure enough, I watched too much music. ”

Opening the book again, Qin Jian slowed down and re-read it with thought.

Time goes by little by little.

In a small space filled with Mozart's sweet melody, there is an occasional sound of paper turning pages.

......

And on the other side of the globe, in a large bright room.

It is also full of Mozart's piano melody, but it seems to be missing something in this melody and does not sound rich enough.

Five minutes later.

The melody of the piano melody stopped.

Then there was a heavy round of applause, "Great K448." ”

At the door of the room, the middle-aged man knocked lightly on the door frame and said with a smile, "I have my concert tonight, are you interested in listening to it?"

In front of the black Steinway, Duan Ran shook his head, "There's no time." ”

"Well," the man thrusted his shoulder, "if you change your mind before the evening, tell Sara and she'll take you there, and I won't be with you until I have rehearsals in the afternoon." ”

Moment.

"Trust me, you'll be adjusting to your new life in no time. ”

The man said softly, closing the door and leaving.

As the door fell.

Duan Ran sighed softly and picked up the mobile phone on the piano, but the mobile phone screen was the same as an hour ago, and there was no change.

"It's been an hour, and this guy hasn't replied to the message!"

"Hmph. ”

Duan Ran looked a little unhappy, but after a while, when her gaze fell on the figure sitting in front of the piano on the phone wallpaper again, her facial expression couldn't help but soften again.

"He's probably practicing. ”

...

Dispelling the idea of calling, the girl smiled lightly and sorted out the sheet music on the piano.

Got up and went to the neat desk, and picked up a somewhat old French book.

"I'm going to work hard, too."

...

Afternoon sunlight shines through floor-to-ceiling windows.

“tumanques”

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