It's like a scar, and I'm most afraid of poking, but I let people poke it. As a result, pus and blood, pain and itching, gushed out in a stream. Zhong Er spent a difficult day in a hurry. He thought, let's go to the county seat tomorrow to take a look, damn it, there must be a result.

Early the next morning, Zhong'er said to the xylophone, today, I want to go to the school.

Xylophone is full of bells, no matter if you can pass the test or not, you have to come back quickly.

Zhong'er's nose was sore, and tears almost fell.

Rushing to the county seat by car, Zhong'er went straight to school.

On the west wall of the school gate is a large piece of red paper with the names and scores of the candidates written on it. The red paper has been exposed to the wind and rain, and has become white and miserable, similar to a child's diaper. Some of the names were deliberately torn off, revealing the dirty walls behind them, like desperate eyes. In addition to the crowds and vehicles hurrying on the road, there was also a group of anxious people with their necks stretched in front of the list.

Zhong'er looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he nervously and eagerly (to be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the user login chapter more, please log in!) It seems that his heart has already risen to his throat. However, he despaired. His score was only 0.5 points worse than that of a batch of undergraduate lines. It's 0.5 minutes. If you use a little effort when reviewing, if you put a little effort into the exam, if you are not so arrogant when filling in the volunteers, and fill in the second book and other junior colleges and technical secondary schools, you will not end up where you are now. He stared at the string of scores in his name like a few stinky flies that had just flown out of the toilet. His heart was completely cold, and he wanted to cry.

Zhong Er walked down the street, his mind blank.

Although the county seat is a small place, it can be regarded as prosperous compared to the countryside. On both sides of the street, shops, doors, and stalls are lined up one after another, like a forest of sentry posts, vigilantly watching the pedestrians on the street. If the economic foundation is a little stronger, buy a big speaker and put it in front of the store, the volume is turned to the maximum, and it bombs the street over and over again like a bomber; if it is a little worse, the shopkeeper will take a portable microphone, shout, and then press the button on the handle, and there will be a sound of electronic musical instruments of "Fifteen Moons"; and even worse, he will simply tear open his throat and shout for sale, with a smile on his face.

There was an endless stream of people on the street, all with cold faces. Under the scorching sun in the mid-incubation period, it looks like a moving piece of ice cream "doll's head" with living characteristics.

In the afternoon, he unconsciously walked out of the county seat and stepped on the road home. It was only then that he came to his senses. It's time to go home, and I'm on my way home. He was amazed, how could he go back unconsciously.

Seeing a dilapidated bus approaching from afar, he stood in the middle of the road without thinking, waving his hand to stop. The bus came to a stop in front of Zhong Er with a buttocks full of dust. The driver scolded Zhong'er almost angrily. Zhong'er didn't seem to react, but got into the car with a blank face and was driven to the town in a daze. He got off the bus and left, forgetting to pay for the ticket. was chased by the mother-in-law who sold the ticket again, counted it fiercely, and paid the money before it was over.

Zhong'er moved step by step in the direction of the village more than ten miles away. He was afraid to see the villagers, and even more so to see his family, and he didn't know how to explain to them. [End of Chapter]