Qian Ruoli looked at the document in his hand, and then looked up at An Zimo, neither responding nor writing.

Seeing this, An Zimo simply picked up the pen, stuffed it directly into her hand, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Sign it, write down three words and it's over." ”

This time, Qianruo did not postpone it, pinched the pen, glanced at the dense words, and asked, "Where?" ”

"Huh? Oh! Here and here! An Zimo was stunned for a moment, and then pointed to the horizontal line in the last row and said.

Qian Ruoli glanced at the excited An Zimo, picked up the pen and began to sign his name. Under the strong gaze of An Zimo on the side, as soon as he finished signing two words, he suddenly stopped writing

She looked at the first two words she had signed, and asked coldly, "Senior An Zimo, do you know how high I am now?" ”

"Senior year of high school." An Zimo felt inexplicable, but still replied obediently

"So who do you think my IQ is higher than that of a 3-year-old?" Qian Ruoli slowly raised his head, looked at An Zimo and said

An Zimo looked at Qianruoli's eyes, stunned, and replied after a few seconds: "You, ......"

"Then you're still playing me like a 3-year-old?!" Shallow Ruoli's words once again shocked An Zimo

Before he could react, Ruoli had already flipped to the last side of the folder and pulled out an A4 sheet of paper and a black carbon paper from the two sheets of paper.

An Zimo's eyes shook and asked, "What is this?" ”

Seeing the situation, An Zimo patted the back of his head, and said with a stupid smile: "This, this is what I accidentally fell in!" ”

"Treat me like a one-year-old?" Qian Ruoli was a little angry, and couldn't help but complain, "Senior, what is this?" ”

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and in the end, Anzi acquiesced to losing, took the A4 with the word picture, and said helplessly: "Okay, I just said it." ”

"It's an entry form." An Zimo looked at the piece of paper and said.

"Detailed." Shallow Ruoli said coldly.

An Zimo didn't like her cold attitude either, but he couldn't help it, for the sake of art, he had no choice but to hit the muzzle of the gun: "There is an art admissions competition that our Grest College is going to hold, and it is divided into different categories. , including music, and the contestants will pass the qualifying round, the preliminary round, the semi-final and the final, and the final student who wins in the finals will be admitted to the school free of charge. The same is true for other subjects. Some time ago, we also had to organize together because the student union was going to organize together, so I didn't have time to come to you. And this is the entry form for this competition. ”

"Ruoli, I'm good for you, I knew it was not easy for you to sign it a few times ago, so I thought of this method, as long as you signed it just now, then it's done. Regardless of whether you choose to participate or not, at least you have a chance. ”

"So if you leave, you can sign it directly, this opportunity is not easy to come by, no matter whether it can succeed in the end or not, you must try it! If you decide not to compete, that's fine. It's just that if you don't sign now, you really won't have a chance then. ”

"Don't you love music? Now that you have this opportunity to get close to it, do you want to give it up? With that, An Zimo put the registration form in Qianruoli's hand, "Now the opportunity is in your hands, it depends on whether you want to seize it."

Shallow Ruoli stared blankly at the registration form in his hand and fell into silence. Yes, she loves music and dreams of learning real music, but can she really touch this academy, which is called sacred? She had foolishly fantasized about the myth that sooner or later she would defeat the Academy, only to learn later that even defeating it would take her through it.

She didn't know anymore.

"Give me a moment to think about it, and give me the registration form when you're ready. You can do it at any time, as long as it's before school starts. I still have something to do, so I'll go first. After saying that, An Zimo turned around and left.

When he hadn't gone far, he suddenly thought of the scene when he exposed himself just now, and just looked back and wanted to ask her how she found the flaw, but found that there was no one there, only the afternoon breeze was blowing.