The scorching sun and the chirping of cicadas are always the best match for the exam. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past, the cold and refreshing weather was refreshing, but now it has become extremely hot and stuffy, and the scorching sun in the sky is as big as a wheel, and the hot sun shines on the ground dry. The shade trees on both sides of the road also seemed wilted, and their branches and leaves trembled gently in the hot wind, and they were rarely seen as if they had emerged from the earth overnight, hiding in the shade of the trees, making a crisp and noisy chirping.

In the examination room, although the air conditioner quietly released cold air, the air still seemed hot and humid, suffocating. Under the back and forth glance of the invigilator's eyes, only the pen barrel brushed and wrote on the paper.

It doesn't matter whether the answer on the tip of the pen is correct or not, from the invention of the imperial examination thousands of years ago to the selection of higher education in modern times, it has witnessed the progress of human civilization, and also reflects the backwardness and narrow-mindedness of human beings.

The answer to life is not fixed, and the answer under the tip of the pen is real. It's a bit ridiculous to use a physical answer to prescribe countless illusory questions.

Hugo was lucky enough to be assigned a back seat near the window, which was about the same position he had made when he was in school. Hugo liked this location very much, because when he was bored in class, he could always look out the window to see the distant scenery, although the scenery outside the window has always been fixed and monotonous, but every time he looks at it, there is always a new feeling.

At this time, Hugo still looked out the window, and he was not interested in writing and answering the questions at all. Hugo enjoyed the exam more than the results after the exam.

I remember the first time I walked into the classroom, the cold and dilapidated room only gave Hugo a sense of despair, a world of difference from the crowded scene in front of him.

Hugo couldn't help but sigh and said in his heart: It's good to be alive.

Feeling the sunshine and the happiness brought to him by the exam, Hugo was at ease by himself. However, his sigh of emotion was really a desperate howl in the eyes of the invigilator.

"I don't usually worship the Buddha, but I hold the Buddha's feet when I'm in a hurry. Books are all accumulated little by little, what's the use of sighing for exams. The invigilator muttered in a mosquito sound that could only be heard by himself, looking like he hated iron but not steel.

However, Hugo did not feel the dissatisfied gaze of the invigilator, and continued to look out the window, enjoying the beauty of life.

The invigilator stared at Hugo for a long time, seeing that he never wrote and answered the questions, just looked out the window in a daze, and finally shook his head helplessly.

"Although the study is a little worse, but there is no intention of cheating, and I think the character is still good. Everyone has their own ambitions, and they can't be forced. The invigilator comforted herself.

Suddenly, the PA system in the classroom sent out a reminder that it was still ten minutes before the end of the exam, reminding the candidates to do the final exam check. After hearing the prompt, the students here all started to write harder, and suddenly the sound of the pen tip sliding in the examination room became louder.

Hugo withdrew his gaze from the window, flipped through the test papers on the table and sighed, this time with sincere reluctance.

"No matter how good life is, there will be some unpleasantness, and the exam is one. ”

Hugo picked up the pen that had been sitting on the table for a long time, and suddenly began to write the test paper, and the whole process was smooth and amazing.

The invigilator's eyes were shocked when he saw this scene, revealing an incredibly frightened look.

What the hell is going on?

The invigilator hurriedly paced to Hugo's side and glanced at Hugo's paper. The test paper is written in regular and neat handwriting, and if you look closely, it is not a random answer.

The invigilator hurriedly looked out the window where Hugo had been looking, trying to find some answer, but he was disappointed. Hugo still writes the answer at a rapid pace, with a strange speed that is outrageous, and a level of proficiency that is as good as if he had written it hundreds of times.

There are still three minutes before the exam, and the candidates who have finished answering the questions are elated, and the candidates who have not finished the questions are still busy writing, as if they are about to cry. At this time, Hugo put down the answer pen in his hand.

Whew, Hugo breathed a sigh of relief. It's finally done!

Hugo crooked his neck, moved his stiff muscles and bones, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be someone around him who had been watching him, Hugo turned his head but saw the invigilator standing behind him, looking at him in a daze. Hugo was a little confused, and smiled shyly and politely.

Talented?!

Devil?!

Two words swirled deep in the invigilator's mind.

The bell rang, and the candidates walked out of the examination room one after another, some smiling confidently, and some with a sullen face. Hugo walked out leisurely and unhurriedly, as if he was not a student taking the exam, but just a student who had gone out for a meal at noon.

"Hugo. ”

A timid voice came from behind him, and Hugo turned around, only to see a chubby man in glasses in a school uniform standing behind him looking at him with some embarrassment. Hugo felt that the other party was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who the other party was for a while, thinking that he had become a terrible taboo in school, and it was rare to be able to take the initiative to speak, so he hurriedly changed to a smile and said: "Hello!"

Akita was even more excited when he saw Hugo turn around, and gently tugged at the corner of his clothes and asked softly, "That... How did that exam feel?"

"Well, it's okay, it's relatively smooth. Hugo put it modestly.

"Hey, that's good, that's good. Akita hurriedly agreed.

"What about you?" asked Hugo.

Akita was a little flattered by this question and hurriedly said: "I'm okay, this review is quite sufficient, and fortunately, I am good at several types of exam questions with high scores, and I have done a lot of similar exercises, so I can say that it is okay, and I should be able to be admitted to my ideal college." ”

"Well, good luck then!" congratulated Hugo.

"Thank you, thank you, then I wish you good results. Akita hurriedly responded, as if he was afraid of snubbing Hugo.

Hugo always felt that there was an inexplicable aura on the glasses in front of him, and this feeling was somewhat familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had encountered it for a while.

Hugo smiled and nodded to Akita, motioning for himself to take a step ahead before turning to leave. Akita watched Hugo leave, his eyes full of yearning and envy.

In the crowd, there was also a gaze that had been looking at Hugo, and that gaze was different from Akita, but full of curiosity and trepidation.

He's alive......

What happened to him after that night......

Zhizhi hid in the bustling group of candidates and thought blankly.

(To be continued.) )