Lin Zhaoxi and Bao Xiaomeng walked along the alley, and before they knew it, they came to the same roof they met by chance.
"Where are you going next?"
She and Bao Xiaomeng spoke at the same time, and then they were stunned.
"Go live with my third aunt for a few days. She rented a house next to the university where you were training."
"And then?" Lin Zhaoxi was still asking.
"I want to keep going to school."
Lin Zhaoxi didn't understand: "Why do you suddenly want to go to school?"
Bao Xiaomeng was immediately discouraged, and after a while, she said: "I don't know, but they all said that it will be different after college."
"Then is there anything you like or want to do? You don't like jewelry. How about jewelry design?"
"I don't really like it either."
"Is that so..."
"I really don't know what I want." Bao Xiaomeng said, "I can't stand the shift after standing for a month. I'm so tired and hard to work. I just can't hold on, and I want to run away and go back to school." Bao Xiaomeng Rubbing his face, "It's normal for you to look down on me."
Lin Zhaoxi did not speak.
"Then we'll see each other, I'm going there." Bao Xiaomeng pointed in the direction of the neon jewelry store.
Still turned away from the back, just a month later, the originally fresh and cheerful little girl has been crushed by the burden of life and her shoulders have collapsed.
Lin Zhaoxi couldn't help but ask, "You have nothing to do, why did you ask me that day, how are you going to catch up with me?"
Bao Xiaomeng turned her head suddenly, and shouted: "I'm just jealous of your brain, I just want to catch up with you and be as powerful as you, okay!?"
After holding back the words for so long, I finally spoke them.
And the summer, which has been depressed for so long, finally has a cool wind after the rain.
Lin Zhaoxi laughed: "Okay."
"I'll never be able to do it!"
"Whether you can do it or not, you have to try. Let's try to find the answer you want together!"
—
Hongzhang Xincun, garage.
The house that Aunt Bao Xiaomeng rented was actually two rooms separated from the garage.
The lights are light bulbs adjusted from the ceiling, and the windows are welded shut and cannot be pushed open. Lin Zhaoxi felt that she might have an indissoluble bond with the garage.
After arriving at the place, Bao Xiaomeng took out the only instant noodles left in the trolley box, Lin Zhaoxi reluctantly took a hot shower in the toilet, and devoured another bowl of instant noodles.
After she drank the last sip of soup, Bao Xiaomeng asked weakly: "You really want to work hard with me, don't you want to find the answer together?"
"Actually..." Lin Zhaoxi wiped her lips and looked at Bao Xiaomeng pitifully: "I was disgusted by other people in our dormitory and wanted to move out. Can I rub your third aunt's house with you?"
Bao Xiaomeng: "..."
Lin Zhaoxi pushed away the soup bowl, wanted to take out the paper and pen from her schoolbag, but found that all the paper was wet.
"Do you have paper?" She asked Bao Xiaomeng.
Bao Xiaomeng rummaged through the suitcase for a long time, but suddenly stopped, the room was too small, Lin Zhaoxi looked over and found that she was holding a notebook in her hand.
The blue thin noodles, the green grassy campus in the middle, is the uniform exercise book issued by Anning Middle School.
Holding the notebook, Bao Xiaomeng just squatted on the ground, her shoulders trembling slightly, but she didn't turn her head.
The garage smells of motor oil, stuffy and oppressive.
Lin Zhaoxi looked at her silently.
After a while, Bao Xiaomeng wiped his eyes, turned his head and stood up, his eyes were very red, but there were no tears.
Spreading out the notebook, Lin Zhaoxi and Bao Xiaomeng began to sort out their thoughts.
If Bao Xiaomeng wants to catch up with her, he must first study for an undergraduate degree.
The country has no restrictions on the adult college entrance examination, but to pass the qualification examination, you must prove that you have mastered high school knowledge, that is to say, there are three ways.
1. Issue a high school diploma or certificate of completion
2. Graduation certificates from vocational high schools, technical secondary schools, and technical schools.
3. The street shows proof that you already have high school knowledge.
"Article 3 seems very simple..." Bao Xiaomeng said.
Lin Zhaoxi didn't answer, but just spread out the notebook and wrote three questions on it.
"This is the 3-fill-in-the-blank question type for the mathematics score of the college entrance examination."
Bao Xiaomeng looked down at the three-line question on the table, his hands trembling slightly.
"The college entrance examination is not easy, and most students have carefully prepared for this exam for three years."
Bao Xiaomeng lowered her head: "So I'm still wishful thinking?"
Lin Zhaoxi really wanted to rub her head and say, "Actually, I'm the same as you." But now, she said seriously, "For now, you are."
Bao Xiaomeng sobbed, but said without saying anything dejectedly, her finger was on the first line.
"I didn't fill in the application, and the score is very low, is it possible to go to high school?"
"The possibility is very small." Lin Zhaoxi replied, "Unless you buy it with money."
"Then there is only the second one." She said, "Actually, you asked me if I like jewelry, and you want to suggest that I go to a similar technical secondary school?"
Lin Zhaoxi blushed, why did Comrade Xiaomeng suddenly become so witty: "Other people's suggestions are just suggestions, the key depends on what you want."
"I want to be like you. I will go to technical secondary school and then take the college entrance examination." Bao Xiaomeng raised his head and repeated seriously.
She might persuade Bao Xiaomeng before, "Actually, you don't have to be like me." But now, hearing what Bao Xiaomeng said, she felt like crying.
—
At that time, Ma Pingping said that Bao Xiaomeng might not be able to go to technical secondary school, but she was actually threatening her.
Technical secondary schools implement registration and enrollment, and candidates report to the school with their senior high school entrance examination transcripts.
Therefore, as long as the school is willing to accept, Bao Xiaomeng's grades are still possible to be accepted.
But only if the school is willing to accept.
The next job is even simpler.
They began to analyze the excellent teaching quality of cultural courses in vocational high schools, technical secondary schools, and technical schools in the province, and checked the score line to see which schools Bao Xiaomeng could go to with her grades.
The result is: there are basically no good schools.
It was almost ten o'clock when I came out of the black Internet cafe.
Bao Xiaomeng held the blue-backed exercise book, which filled all the schools they found within a few hours. After the screening was completed, there were 5 schools left, all of which were in Yongchuan.
Bao Xiaomeng was visibly depressed: "The high school entrance examination scores required by these schools are so high, how could they accept me..."
"Let's go to these schools tomorrow and ask about the specific situation." Lin Zhaoxi said.
—
Lin Zhaoxi felt that she was as strong as an ox.
It's my menstrual period, and it's raining and blowing, and I wake up the next day alive and kicking.
She lied to Zhang Shuping, first said that she was going to see a doctor, then went to the dormitory to get change, and happily ran with her in various technical schools in Yongchuan City.
Enrollment for the senior high school entrance examination is drawing to a close, and good schools are already full, so they first called to inquire about schools that accept students from other places.
Hit a few nails at first.
The three schools directly said that they would not accept students from Anning City in Yongchuan, and asked them to go back to their own city to look for them.
But Bao Xiaomeng said that An Ning was too close to her mother, and her mother objected to her continuing to study. If she stayed near her home, the school would be affected, so she had to leave.
Lin Zhaoxi has been growing up with Lao Lin, and admires her determination to leave her parents, she can't say anything against her.
There are 12 remaining schools, and they have to go to the school admissions office to see for themselves.
Under the sun, she and Bao Xiaomeng shuttled through the streets and alleys of Yongchuan City. She had lived here for several years and knew most of the places very well.
It has been many days since she let herself go this way, and Lin Zhaoxi felt that she really needed such a day when she was empty and free from thinking about anything.
They knocked on one door after another, but got similar answers.
"With your grades, it's impossible to get into our school. Don't you guys have a Textile College in Anning? Let's see if it matters."
"What, you still want to go to university? Last year, someone from our place was admitted to Yongchuan University as an undergraduate, but he made a mistake in the high school entrance examination and worked hard for three full years. It's impossible for you."
"Little girl, let me tell you that people are different. A vocational high school is a vocational high school. It's better for girls to be down-to-earth."
Bao Xiaomeng always said in a warm and soft tone: "Teacher, I just want to try. If I can't pass the undergraduate exam, I can go to a junior college."
"If you want to go to university, what have you been doing in junior high school for three years?"
There are a lot of these questions, and Bao Xiaomeng has always answered honestly; "I never thought about studying hard in junior high school, and now I regret it. I want to see if I can continue studying."
Whenever Bao Xiaomeng said that, the teachers of the admissions office would glance at her with contempt, and some would even say directly: "Forget it? Your brain is not made for studying."
Of course, there are also some teachers in the admissions office who are very amiable and have introduced many majors to them in detail, but once Bao Xiaomeng shows the results, the other party will shake their heads and refuse.
Many times, Lin Zhaoxi wanted to quarrel with each other, but Bao Xiaomeng always held her back.
Only two technical schools warmly entertained them.
"It's no problem if you want to go to university! Do you want a certificate from Yongchuan University or Sanwei University?" the teacher patted his chest and said.
"I don't have any money, I need a loan for tuition fees, and I have to work part-time to earn living expenses." This is Bao Xiaomeng's answer.
Then they were thrown out.
—
"But I want to try."
Sometimes, if you say too much in one sentence, it becomes your own belief. From morning to night, Lin Zhaoxi heard Bao Xiaomeng say this sentence countless times.
At the end of the day, they came outside a normal school. This school looks different from the dilapidated technical secondary school they went to before, it is very new, and there is a bronze statue at the entrance, below which is the school motto-education creates miracles.
Normal colleges have a higher teaching level than cultural courses, but because of employment security, the score line is not much lower than that of many ordinary high schools.
The moment before she walked in, Bao Xiaomeng's fair skin had turned red from the sun, but she didn't feel any depression at all: "If it doesn't work, I'll secretly go back to Anning to study at the Textile College, and beg my mother to give me some more money. can go in."
"I should have found out..."
"What did you find?"
"You are a Taurus." Lin Zhaoxi said.
The "stubborn" list of all constellations is the first, and it is also the first in the "stingy" list.
In this normal college, Bao Xiaomeng encountered exactly the same rejection process.
The female teacher in the admissions office looked at her grades and shook her head directly: "Sorry, our quota is already full."
"Can you do me a favor, I really want to keep reading."
"Student, with your grades, even if I open the back door for you, you can't keep up."
Bao Xiaomeng seemed to have accepted the answer and sniffed.
Lin Zhaoxi really wanted to help out and say something, but the current state of society is like this, most people may be touched by your spirit, but they may not necessarily lend a helping hand to you.
"How can you open a back door for me?" Bao Xiaomeng was still asking.
The teacher shook his head: "Unless your father is the director of education?"
This answer is a clear no for anyone.
But Bao Xiaomeng is still asking: "But I don't have the father of the Director of Education."
The teacher of the admissions office was a little amused by her: "The leaders at the municipal and provincial levels can just hand in the note."
"I don't have such a relationship, is there another way?"
"You can't let me talk about the greater leadership?"
"There is another way, can you open the back door for me?" Bao Xiaomeng still didn't give up.
Lin Zhaoxi took a step forward, holding Bao Xiaomeng's hand, the teacher's eyes shifted over: "You said you have been to many schools before you came?"
"Yes, fourteen." Lin Zhaoxi replied.
"What did the other teachers say?"
"Tell her not to dream."
"She keeps begging like this?"
"No, she pesters you a little more." Lin Zhaoxi told the truth.
"Why?"
"I don't know either."
The teacher turned his head to look at Bao Xiaomeng: "What Jin Cheng said to Jinshi Weikai doesn't work with me."
"But that's not what the school motto on your school gate says!" Lin Zhaoxi said slowly.
"I have forgotten what our school motto is." The teacher said with a smile to another person in the office.
"It says that education can create miracles." Lin Zhaoxi was very solemn.
There was a second of silence in the office.
"What is a miracle?" The teacher glanced at Bao Xiaomeng's grades, and then at her, "For example, give her a chance to see if she can only bring her grades from 230 to ours in one month. Admission line 530, if she passes the exam, we will make an exception to admit her?"
Her mind was completely exposed, Lin Zhaoxi remained silent.
"Have you watched too many Japanese school dramas?" the teacher asked back.
"Is it possible?" Bao Xiaomeng didn't seem to hear the irony in his tone, as if grasping at the last straw.
Lin Zhaoxi wanted to hold her back and stop talking.
But suddenly, she heard the teacher say, "Yes."
The voice is understated, with a pleasant, lighthearted, we're done.
Lin Zhaoxi raised her head abruptly.
"I really like inspirational school dramas." The teacher smacked his lips, as if reminiscing about something: "Try to be the kind of person who can give people the chance to create miracles. It doesn't feel bad."