As the number of days on the countdown whiteboard became fewer and fewer, the atmosphere of the entire senior year of No. 1 Middle School became more and more solemn.

In the past, it was only the second floor that was the quietest, but now the whole building is dead and lifeless.

Most students have lost track of the bell for class and the bell for the end of class, and just quietly bury their heads in the stacks of books and test papers.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Li Lu specially left an area on the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom that was originally full of slogans and named it "Anonymous Wall".

He also called on the students to write on post-it notes if they have anything to say.

Every time Su Chengyi walked into the classroom slowly and methodically as usual, he could clearly feel everyone's tense emotions and mental state that could collapse at any time.

Because there is probably not a single item written on it that Li Lu wants to see.

In her imagination, it was probably some words of encouragement and encouragement.

For example, "Come on together", "Work together to create a better future", "Meet at Beijing University", "No, I will choose BGI next door".

What appears on the wall, however, is:

"Physics is damn bad."

"I can't go on studying anymore and want to drop out."

"God, is it a capital sin to not be able to memorize words?"

"Can you fast forward to the end of the college entrance examination, I can't stay for a day, life is so difficult."

And so on and so on a series of words full of negative energy.

Even the happy little chubby Wang Hu in the first row couldn't be happy.

"Su Shen, what can I do?"

He took a box of yogurt, sat upside down and pressed his face against the back of his chair, sighing and drinking.

Su Chengyi also had a bottle of the same original yogurt on his desk, which Wang Hu had just paid tribute.

"This weekly exam, I overturned again, originally I entered our class as a phoenix, and now I feel that I am not as good as the chicken head of the sprint class."

Although it was sad, the yogurt was drunk quickly. After a few bites, a bottle of yogurt bottomed out, making a "gurgling" sound.

Su Chengyi raised his wrist and glanced at the time, there were still five minutes.

He looked down and rummaged through his desk, finding his weekly exam paper and giving it to him.

"Let's change it in comparison, I wrote the steps in detail, you focus on the last big question of physics."

"Gotcha!"

Wang Hu achieved his goal and jumped up with joy.

Su Chengyi's rolls are all treasures, and everyone wants to borrow them.

But when I saw the "total score: 299" written in bold with a red pen at the front of the test paper, the whole person wilted again.

Even if you suffer hardship, you are still a human being, and it is difficult.

It is true that the current management system of No. 1 Middle School is different from before, but it is more because of the great changes in the overall social environment.

Most of the students have a sense of resistance and will not go against the grain, and the drawbacks of exam-oriented education have been discovered and taken seriously by more people.

Therefore, rather than coercing and oppressing all students, the style of No. 1 High School is more that the school is responsible for selecting the best teachers, always promoting and emphasizing the importance of learning, and providing the best quality learning and living environment.

In terms of teachers, compared with the foreign teachers hired by the foreign school next door with high salaries, the first middle school has a mix of newcomers and experienced teachers who graduated from famous schools.

Although Old Man Peng's character is extremely poor, he does have the hard power to teach, otherwise the school would not tolerate him like this.

Not to mention the importance of propaganda and learning, slogans that can be seen everywhere, propaganda meetings held every once in a while, and all kinds of subtle brainwashing techniques.

The environment is also top-notch, the campus of No. 1 Middle School is famous for its beauty throughout the country, and the canteen and dormitory environment are very good.

After graduating from No. 1 Middle School, many students said that the environment was incomparable with No. 1 Middle School, and they missed the pots and bags in the high school cafeteria.

Although this article is suspected of stuffing red envelopes in the school to invite the water army.

These aspects have made No. 1 Middle School absorb almost all the outstanding students in the city, and the competitive pressure has become more advanced.

As a competitor, the foreign school next door is actually on a different track, and it is more to prepare for studying abroad.

So not to mention the rocket class in No. 1 Middle School, almost every student is the kind of person who will be used as "someone else's child" in life.

However, among the excellent people, there are also average excellent and top excellent.

Compared with the high-intensity oppression of the previous No. 1 Middle School, the current environment is a different kind of mental pressure.

No one will reflect the so-called "discrimination" brought about by the performance ranking on the surface, but if it is not reflected, it does not mean that it does not exist.

As the leader of the rocket class, every point of each person affects the average score of the class, and at the same time represents the face of the first middle school.

Wang Hu once felt that he had worked hard.

In the past, he studied in junior high school in his hometown, and he has always been the first, and he was touted by everyone to grow up.

It wasn't until I came to No. 1 Middle School that I knew what it meant to have people outside the world.

The first place changes to the environment and becomes the tail of the crane.

After seeing the extremely terrifying sense of oppression of a certain great god, this frustration deepened.

Because no matter how hard you try, don't leave yourself any time to rest, and put all your energy into it, there are still people who are smarter and harder than you.

In front of them, you are like you are not trying at all.

"Not afraid of clouds to cover your eyes, you are at the top."

Su Chengyi happened to write this ancient poem on the paper, and he lightly made a circle on the "self-fate", and saw that Wang Hu was about to bite the yogurt straw in his hand.

"Is there anything else?"

Su Chengyi was uncomfortable with him, so he simply put down his pen and asked.

"Hey, great god. Will you look down on people who are stupider than you? ”

"No, it won't."

He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"If you have time to think about this, you might as well brush up on two more sets of questions, or have a good meal."

Su Chengyi tried his best to be tactful, but he did feel that it was a waste of time to have emotional friction because of this kind of thing.

"Gotcha. Work hard to catch up with the taillights of the great gods! ”

Wang Hu stood up with the roll and stretched.

Su Chengyi pinched and finished writing the last ancient poem of the day, and then stood up and lifted the schoolbag hanging on the table in his hand.

"To rehearse? Hard work. ”

"Hmm."

Su Chengyi hesitated for a moment, but still raised his hand and patted Xiaopang's shoulder.

"Come on. If you have any learning needs, please feel free to contact me. ”

There is a feeling that all beings have been permeated by the brilliance of the great gods.

Wang Hu nodded, watching his back disappear at the door with his schoolbag on one shoulder.

By the time I arrived at the music room, everyone else was ready.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Su Chengyi took the erhu out of his schoolbag.

"No, no, no, I'm pinching it, thinking that if you're late, I'll reward you for inviting everyone to ice cream, but you're stunned for half a second."

Han Bing looked at the clock on his phone that was accurate to the second, and was speechless.

What kind of card madness is this?!

"That's good."

Su Chengyi smiled and reached out to pluck the bowstring.

"Today is the last rehearsal, and tomorrow we will officially perform. Mom, why am I more nervous than you are about to perform on stage? ”

Han Bing leaned against the piano, and the tension on his face was about to overflow.

However, looking at the unwavering appearance of the three protagonists in front of her, she suddenly felt a little choked.

According to common sense, at times like this, shouldn't everyone hug each other and shout some cheering slogans?

"I've competed in many competitions, and I can't seem to get nervous."

Chu Tianmian put his fingers on the piano keys and played a few times.

"It seems to be."

When Han Bing thought of going to Chu Qianmian's house to play, her house even had a special exhibition room to store the various awards she had won.

Not only the piano, but also the violin, poetry contests, and so on.

The awards are plastered all over the white wall, and the medals and trophies are arranged in order, which looks quite spectacular.

Su Chengyi sat quietly with the erhu on the side, expressionless as usual.

Indeed, you can't expect someone with this appearance to be nervous.

In fact, Su Chengyi was nervous in his heart, but he couldn't see it on the surface.

But of course, it is much better than when he was a child, and now he can skillfully see the average audience as a turnip and cabbage.

So why be nervous?

Not for anything else, just because Elder Li wanted to come to the scene in person.

If he can't play the erhu well, it is equivalent to embarrassing his grandfather.

With Jewel in front, the pressure is too great.

But because it was only the rehearsal stage, and Li Lao did not sit in the audience, he was still very relaxed.

Especially after staying in the rocket class classroom for a long time, the atmosphere is really suffocating.

Being able to come to the music classroom to listen to Chu Tianmian play the piano and listen to Chen Jinzhi's singing and singing are all like listening to Xianle's ears and enjoying it temporarily.

Chen Jinzhi was looking down at the lyrics of Huangmei Opera.

Although she has already memorized it well, her professional habits are still urging her to repeat it over and over again.

Noticing what several people were talking about, she looked up and smiled.

"I feel that our company's assessment model is more stressful than the official performance."

She recalled a little and continued:

"Because it's an elimination debut system, it will be assessed regularly.

The venue is a small dark room of about 10 square meters, and then the examiners in charge of the examination sit on the side. According to the rules, they won't say a word, they won't smile to ease the atmosphere or anything, they just stare at you like that.

It feels like there is no way to hide any mistakes, and if you don't meet the standards, you will be punished, or worse, eliminated.

And as soon as the performance is over, you will be informed of the result directly, and there is no buffer time. ”

Chen Jinzhi spoke in a calm tone, even with a smile.

But this strict assessment system sounds like a battle royale, eliminating all your companions and finally making your debut.

The trainees of the same period who stay together every day to train and live are actually competitors in nature.

Maybe the spring breeze is warm and friendly on the surface, but there will be all kinds of stumbling blocks behind it.

And it's such a closed environment, it's a little uncomfortable just thinking about it.

"Mom, it's scary."

Han Bing hugged his arms and shrunk for a moment.

But she soon realized a problem and asked with wide eyes:

"No, Sister Jinzhi, which company are you from?? MS？ Or GY?"

Chen Jinzhi obviously realized what she was going to ask next, and replied with a smile:

"It's not these two, but the seniors who debuted have seen some of them."

"Ahhh!!h

Han Bing's screams were deafening.

The music classroom had its own echo, and Su Chengyi and Chu Qianmian silently covered their ears very synchronously.

"If you want an autograph, I can contact a friend over there to get it for you."

Chen Jinzhi is still outing.

Su Chengyi silently covered his ears tighter.

Fortunately, Han Bing was so excited that he fainted, and he didn't have the strength to scream anymore.

"Is there a possibility that we're going to have one last rehearsal?"

Su Chengyi rubbed his ears and interrupted helplessly.

"Ah, yes, yes, I almost forgot about business."

Han Bing woke up like a dream.

"Okay, then I'll count down and you'll begin. Three signatures hee hee hee hee two hahahaha. One! ”

"Bang bang bang!"

After the three of them finished performing, Han Bing's palms were almost broken.

"Seriously, you can go directly to the Spring Festival Gala. Is this really something I can watch for free? ”

Since the first rehearsal, Han Bing has had this reaction every time he watched the performance.

Su Chengyi was a little skeptical for a while if she had opened the filter too much.

"I feel that Su Chengyi is really suitable for wearing sunglasses, otherwise it will be like someone kidnapping him on stage. No expression management! ”

Unexpectedly, she couldn't help but complain in the next second.

"It's been like this since I was a kid!"

Chu Tianmian glanced at him, and automatically put a sunglasses on him in his mind.

In a trance, I seemed to see the stinky little kid wearing blind sunglasses and pulling the erhu when I participated in "Music Touching" when I was a child.

It seems that there is no change in appearance and temperament from childhood to adulthood.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but lower her head and smile secretly.

"I'm just an accompanist, so I don't need to do expression management."

Su Chengyi spread his hands.

What's more, it is a classic opera like "Liang Zhu", music is the protagonist, and he feels that as a performer, he can even stay behind the scenes.

It's a pity that the school's purpose of using him to hype it up will fail.

"No"

Han Bing suddenly looked like he was smiling and had bad intentions.

"What do you mean?"

Su Chengyi chuckled in his heart, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Remember when I asked you to set aside a little time at the end?"

"Yes."

"That's what the school requires."

“.”

"You have to have some individual time on the show."

So?

"So in the later part of "Orchid Pavilion Preface", you have to sing a short refrain."

Han Bing waved the cut lyrics in his hand at him.

"Seriously? I shouldn't be able to sing that part. ”

Su Chengyi frowned, recalling the tune in his heart.

"It doesn't matter, it's just that you have to show your face as required."

Han Bing thought about it and said with relief:

"You don't have to sing very well, as long as you don't make a drama and don't spoil the atmosphere created in front of you. The specific style is also up to you, you can be a little passionate or a little gentle. ”

Su Chengyi sighed.

Although I have long known that the school has bad intentions, I will definitely not be willing to let him be a behind-the-scenes worker, but I still didn't expect to use such a simple and crude form.

Forget it, just sing it.

The pits are all self-buried.

The variety of forms, the mix of creativity, classical opera and modern R&B Chinese-style pop songs, can be regarded as a fulfillment of his casual nonsense at that time.

It's just a matter of singing two songs, and how can you still be afraid of a recurrence?

The rehearsal scene on the day of the school anniversary was crowded.

The entire backstage was occupied by hurried staff, everyone who looked busy but didn't know exactly what they were up to.

Su Chengyi leaned against the most marginal corner and couldn't help but think:

Well, it seems to be true.

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