18

On June 10, the recruitment of literary and artistic soldiers of the General Political Art Troupe officially began.

A written test will be conducted in the morning and an interview will be conducted in the afternoon.

Chen Beiming came to the exam venue early.

He thought he should be the first to arrive, but when he arrived at the destination, he saw that there were already more than a dozen people.

It seems that everyone is taking this matter very seriously.

However, if you think about it, you can understand that the current system of literary and artistic soldiers has not yet been reformed, the management of literary and artistic soldiers and other civilian personnel has not yet been independent, and the military ranks of literary and artistic soldiers are easier to promote than ordinary soldiers.

On the other hand, because literary and artistic soldiers have the opportunity to go out, their income is higher than that of ordinary soldiers.

And they don't have to go through hard military training yet.

Therefore, relatively speaking, the position of literary and artistic soldier is more attractive than ordinary positions.

"Hill."

Chen Beiming had just appeared at the door of the art troupe, and an enthusiastic voice came.

When I turned my head, it was Yang Ping, who was about thirty years old.

"Teacher Yang, why are you here?" Chen Beiming was a little strange.

He didn't have much contact with Yang Ping, but he felt good about this person.

After getting acquainted with Ma Youwei, Ma Youwei also told him that those people in his writing salon were also worth dating with Yang Ping.

Yang Ping's family background is not bad, and he is righteous and enthusiastic, and he generally will not refuse to ask him for help.

Yang Ping walked over with a smile.

He was followed by a tall, slender girl with delicate features.

But the girl raised her chin slightly, and looked very proud.

When she saw Chen Beiming's appearance, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

Chen Beiming was a little strange, most of the girls saw him with a shiny look in their eyes, how could this person look extremely disgusted. He hadn't offended her.

But he didn't have time to think about it, because Yang Ping had already walked over and shook hands with him warmly.

"This is my cousin Xu Jiao, she came over today to take the creator exam of the General Political Department, and I sent her over." Yang Ping introduced the girl to Chen Beiming, then looked at the girl and said: "Cousin, this is the famous military writer Xiaoshan, the military novel "Bright Sword" you read last night was written by him, didn't you say that you admire Teacher Xiaoshan very much, why don't you hurry up and get to know him?" ”

There were several people standing next to them, and when they heard that Chen Beiming was the hill that wrote "Bright Sword", they were shocked, and then they all gathered around excitedly.

"Are you really the hill that wrote Bright Sword?" Someone asked with some disbelief.

"Well, I'm Hill." Chen Beiming replied.

The people next to them looked at each other, and they all became excited.

"Wow, it turns out that you are Xiaoshan, why are you so young?"

"Xiaoshan, I like your "Bright Sword", tell me quickly, what happened to Li Xiuqin, was she rescued by Li Yunlong?"

Everyone chattered around Chen Beiming.

But Xu Jiao just glanced at Chen Beiming, withdrew her gaze without saying anything, and didn't go over to greet Chen Beiming.

Yang Ping was a little embarrassed, so he had to glare at Xu Jiao: "Cousin, don't look any different, okay, can you give me some face?" ”

Xu Jiao simply turned around and went elsewhere.

Yang Ping was helpless, and when he was alone with Chen Beiming, he explained in a low voice: "Xiaoshan, don't be angry about my cousin, this little girl was dumped by a boyfriend who was as handsome as you before, so from then on I hated the slightly handsome boy." ”

Chen Beiming smiled: "It's okay, girl, it's just a little temper." ”

"Bosom friend! Finally found a soulmate! Yang Ping patted Chen Beiming.

The two of them talked a few words, and Yang Ping asked curiously, "Did you also send someone to take the exam?" ”

Chen Beiming shook his head: "No, I came to the exam myself." ”

"You're coming for the exam? What to take? Yang Ping's eyes widened, extremely surprised.

"Creator." Chen Beiming replied.

"Creator?" Yang Ping looked at Chen Beiming as if he had seen an alien.

Xu Jiao, who was standing not far away, turned her head and looked at Chen Beiming in surprise.

"Creators? You're coming to take the creator exam? Aren't you writing novels? Someone next to him exclaimed.

Yang Ping was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Xiaoshan, you are so humorous!" ”

Humor?

When the others heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then they smiled.

There was laughter outside the examination room, and the nervousness of many candidates was relieved.

At this time, someone shouted: "The invigilator is here, come into the examination room." ”

looked up, and sure enough, the invigilator in military uniform had already walked in with the test papers.

"The exam went."

"Let's go, let's go to the exam room."

"Let's go."

Everyone flocked into the examination room.

Chen Beiming also followed everyone into the classroom.

"Huh? Why did you come in too? The people sitting at the front table were a little surprised when they saw Chen Beiming.

"I'm here for the exam, too." Chen Beiming replied.

"Exams?" The candidate was stunned, and then jumped up: "Won't it?" You really have to test the creator! ”

Swish!

In the examination room, dozens of eyes looked at Chen Beiming together.

"Teacher, you should kick this guy out, otherwise he will always make trouble here and affect our exams!" Xu Jiao stood up and spoke with a cold face.

As soon as her words came out, many people immediately echoed them.

"Yes, how can such a serious exam allow people to come in and make trouble!"

"That is, if it affects my performance, I don't agree!"

Everyone, you say a word, I say a word.

"Pay attention to the discipline in the examination room." The middle-aged officer who was invigilating glared at the person who was chattering. After a pause, he explained seriously: "Comrade Chen Beiming is also here to take the creator exam today, so he is also a candidate, please don't misunderstand, okay, don't talk, everyone hurry up and prepare for the exam." ”

What the?

As soon as the invigilator's words came out, the scene was not only not quiet, but exploded.

"Isn't it?"

"Is it April Fool's Day?"

"Holy! What the hell is going on? Writing novels to test the creators? Don't you want to be so funny! ”

Everyone is in groups of three or five, and they are talking non-stop.

The invigilator was angry and slapped him with a slap: "If you don't want to take the test, please go out now!" ”

After everyone was quiet, the invigilator said expressionlessly: "Comrade Chen Beiming is indeed here to take the creator exam, he is an active soldier, and he has passed the political examination and physical examination, and he also thinks that he has a good ability to create music and meets the registration conditions, so we allowed him to participate in the registration exam, but what is the final result, whether he can pass the exam or not, it is everyone's results, not courage, so I am quiet..... Okay, let's start handing out the test papers. ”