"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Zhou!" I don't know who started it, and I don't know if it's the heart or the feeling of the same, the students around Zhou Qingmei, at the moment are deeply bowed, shouted in unison, the boys' eyes are red and endure tears, and some of the girls began to cry, sometimes, when our most precious things are around, always do not feel its importance, only when we are about to lose, can we really feel reluctant and nostalgic, the original most beautiful has been around us, but we have never paid attention to and cherished. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhengji stood behind the crowd, looking at the scene in front of him, his nose was also a little sour, reborn in two lives, he had to say that Zhou Qingmei was a rare good teacher he had ever met, although he was strict, but his words were always measured, and he did not hurt the students' self-esteem and personality, which is also a very precious quality among teachers.

"Okay, good, the students have also worked hard, the teacher will always remember everyone, I have been missing you here, blessing everyone, I hope you can be admitted to your favorite university, spend every day full and wonderful, the teacher will always be waiting for everyone's good news in this Xincheng," Zhou Qingmei wiped her eyes, she has been with her for several sessions, and she has experienced similar scenes many times, but every time, she can't help but have sour eyes, her gaze crossed the crowd, and saw the conspicuous political discipline behind the crowd, this session may be the one she remembers the most.

"By the way, this is the answer to the college entrance examination, one copy per person, everyone hurry up and check it, and fill in the volunteer in a while", Zhou Qingmei remembered something, took out a stack of materials from the lectern, and distributed it.

Everyone listened, whether it was a good student or a bad student, their hearts jumped slightly, they restrained their smiles, and each of them returned to their seats, and the moment to determine the general direction of their life path finally came, and the classroom was quiet in an instant, only the rustling sound of writing and painting remained, and everyone's face when they looked at the answer also showed a look of joy, regret, or helplessness.

"One multiple-choice question, two fill-in-the-blank questions, mathematics should be about one hundred and twenty points ........", Liu Lu pointed his nose, carefully checked the answer and the memory in his mind, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the wing of his nose, "one hundred and thirteen, one hundred and two .....", silently added up the results of each subject, six hundred just in his early years, Liu Lu bit his lip, but there was no joy on his face, and counted it again, the result was still the same, subconsciously glanced at Zhengji, but found that he had spent a lot of time scribbling on the draft.

"How many points did you estimate?" Liu Lu couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Masaki thought for a while and said, "More than six hundred, what about you?"

"More than 600," Liu Lu bit her lip and said, more than 600 may be an untouchable high score in the eyes of others, but for the school of the Political Minutes Report, the University of Finance and Economics, there is still a certain risk of falling off the list.

"Zhengji, how much do you estimate?" At this moment, another female voice also sounded beside Zhengji, interrupting Liu Lu's thinking.

Zhengji turned his head to look, but it was Wu Xinmei with a smile on his face, looking at himself and asking, subconsciously he thought of Fan Cheng on the hospital bed, and his originally happy mood was also a little low, and he thought about it and said, "More than six hundred."

Wu Xinmei's eyes widened slightly, looking at Zhengji, "How is it possible? He was almost all absent in the third year of high school, more than 600 points? Zhengji wouldn't lie to her, right, you have to know that you have studied almost day and night to estimate more than 610 points", although she was suspicious in her heart, her face did not show it, she nodded, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Then which university are you going to apply for?"

"The Central Finance University," Zhengji's mood was slightly depressed, and he did not hide it and said bluntly.

"Caida?", Wu Xinmei silently read it in her mouth, thought for a while, and said: "Then I wish you success in reaching the line", after speaking, she sat back in her seat as if she was disguised, and silently wrote the four words of Central Finance and Economics on the draft, and she had already made a decision in her heart.

When I was an hour, most of the classmates had checked their grades, some of them were happy with their own joy, while some people sat in their seats with a melancholy look at the rest of the people, and they knew that the grades were not satisfactory at a glance, and a few female classmates who failed even lay on the table and sobbed softly.

"This is the volunteer form, if the students all see the same, fill it out according to the requirements", Zhou Qingmei looked at the students in the classroom with mixed joys and sorrows, and sighed slightly, this can be regarded as the first setback on the road of life.

"Excuse me, is Masaki in this class?" At this moment, a male voice suddenly came from the door of the classroom, followed by a well-dressed man in his forties with eyes and leaned in to scan the students in the classroom.

"Yes, I am the head teacher of this class, may I ask who you are?" Zhou Qingmei asked when she saw the comer, stepped off the podium.

"Oh, hello, hello, this is my business card, is Zhengji here now?" The middle-aged man walked into the classroom and respectfully handed his business card to Zhou Qingmei.

"Director of the Central Conservatory of Music, associate professor, Liu Ye?" Zhou Qingmei looked at the simple business card in her hand, read it silently, and then was a little dizzy by the weight of the titles, and subconsciously only showed him Zhengji.

"Hello, I'm Liu Ye, the director of the Central Conservatory of Music, I'm glad to meet you", Liu Ye followed the direction pointed by Zhou Qingmei, saw Zhengji's figure, his face was happy, he took three steps and two steps forward, and actually took the initiative to stretch out his right hand.

Masaki saw the middle-aged man in a suit and was a little confused when he heard his self-introduction, but he still stood up and held the other party's hand: "Hello Mr. Liu."

Liu Ye looked at the political discipline in front of him, glanced at the volunteer form in front of the political discipline table without missing a trace, and breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, he hadn't filled it in yet, and he didn't stop coming in vain, and finally caught up, a bright smile on his face showed that he was in a good mood at the moment, and the hand holding the political discipline didn't let go, and continued: " Sure enough, it's a talent, Mr. Zhengji, you probably don't know what I mean, but I want to tell you good news, the Central Conservatory of Music has decided to recruit you to become a member of our school, free of tuition, and provide you with the best teachers, so that your musical talent can be best developed."

"Hiss!" As soon as Liu Ye's words fell, the students who heard it clearly around all around invariably gasped in unison, special move! And it's free tuition! They almost can't believe their ears, this is the Central Conservatory of Music! The holy place of the Huaguo Conservatory of Music, at this moment, they will actually come to the school to find him for the sake of political discipline!

"Hey, wait!Wait!Classmate Zhengji, I am the vice president of Shanghai Comedy Academy, and the preferential conditions that this gentleman gives you, we can also provide you with Shangxi, and it is even more superior than them! And it will also guarantee your research, if you have any requirements, you can also mention it," a wave of unevenness rose again and again, but I don't know when, another man in his fifties squeezed in front of Zhengji, and the introduction book of his school was placed in front of Zhengji, looking at him expectantly.

"You! Come first and then come, don't you understand! You Shang Opera is too blind, right! Zheng Ji classmate, Shang Opera can also protect your research!" Liu Ye looked at the person next to him, and immediately became unhappy, frowning and looking at each other.

"There is no one in the eyes, this is called fair competition! It is his freedom to choose which one is the same as the political discipline!" The other party looked at Liu Ye with disdain, he also came with the stars and the moon, but he was almost preempted by the Central Conservatory of Music, but fortunately, it was not too late, and there was still a chance to redeem it.

Everyone opened their mouths slightly, looking at the director in front of them and a vice principal arguing with each other over the choice of political discipline.

"Two, please wait," Masaki didn't expect this to be the case, and looked at the two men who seemed to have forgotten about him helplessly, and cleared his throat and spoke.

As soon as he spoke, the two who were arguing immediately stopped attacking, refocused their burning eyes on Masaki, looked at him expectantly, and said almost in unison: "Masaji-san, what is your choice?"

Zhengji rubbed his nose, looked at the two of them, and suddenly felt a little unbearable, and finally said: "I'm really embarrassed, my volunteer is going to apply for the University of Finance and Economics, but I still understand the kindness of the two."

"University of Finance and Economics?!"

"Wealthy?"

The two of them looked at each other with incredible expressions on their faces, obviously surprised by Masaki's unexpected answer.

"Zhengji, you're not joking, are you? Your talent is in music! Why did you choose to go to the University of Finance and Economics?" Liu Ye paused for a few seconds. After digesting the words of Xia Zhengji, he asked with a hint of puzzlement and pity on his face, in his opinion, Zhengji is a rare musical genius, and going to a school that is not related to finance and economics is no less than Mingzhu secretly investing, and it can even be said to be a waste of talent!

"Yes, Mr. Masaji, think about it again, you have such a good musical talent, studying in our academy will be of great benefit to your entertainment career!"

"I'm sorry, I've made up my mind," Masaki shook his head, unwavering.

"Zhengji, if you think about it again, the teacher thinks that the proposal of these two is very good, Caida, although it is also very good, but whether it is in terms of your strengths or scores, it may not be very suitable for you", at this moment, Zhou Qingmei's voice came, she came back from her surprise and looked at Zhengji seriously and said, as a teacher of Zhengji, she was outspoken, in her opinion, Zhengji left too much review in the third year of high school, and she was not optimistic about his college entrance examination results.