The victorious party has grown rapidly. It used to secretly shout "Wife match high" with Sheng Qiao in the crew, but now it has changed to shout "Winning match high" openly.
The winning girl's food production is so fast, Ren Xiguang and Qiao fans only tore their fans madly and unshakably!
Winning: We are the cp stamped by the master!
Weifen: You are also the CP that was dismantled by the master!
The woman's dismantle, the man's cover, CP is like a tug-of-war match. You knock, I knock too, singing love songs all the way to victory.
The real Liang Xiaotang wanted to write a 10,000-character essay on what he saw at the hotel that day and share it with his comrades. He could only bite his handkerchief and send a message to the second winning sister in the whole network: "Yes. Really, you believe me, it's really real. Oh, you wait, we will usher in the final spring!"
The sister is still as indifferently as always: "Well, I believe it."
Liang Xiaotang: Oh, dear sisters, we are finally out of our heads, thinking about how we were the only two of us in the whole network at the beginning, and that wasted time is our supreme glory!
Sister:… um.
After returning the message, "Sister" looked up at Sheng Qiao who was not far away, and walked over with the milk tea bought by Xiaodan. Sheng Qiao is playing the chemical equation on the herb, matching the unevenness for a long time, flipping through the book while biting his pen.
Horch inserted the straw and squatted in front of her: "Write after a break."
Sheng Qiao glanced at the milk tea in his hand, with a happy face, was about to pick it up, and remembered something, pouting, "The fan said that he would use six walnuts instead of the drink."
Horch: "..."
Ding Jian sighed next to her: "Her fans sent her ten boxes of six walnuts. With this courier fee, it is enough to buy a few more boxes. They are all true fans."
Horch glanced at the two boxes of walnut milk piled behind her, and Fang Bai couldn't help but said, "It's useless, so I just ask for psychological comfort. She drank the walnuts all over her body."
Sheng Qiao: "..."
You don't understand the pain of older girls struggling to study.
Several people were saying that Sheng Qiao's phone rang, and he took it out to see that it was Bei Mingfan.
He was recently helping Sheng Qiao's residence register for her school registration. He called at the moment. Sheng Qiao thought it was the enrollment process. When he connected, Bei Mingfan said in distress, "Xiao Qiao, this is really bad. I found several schools, and they all said that there was no such precedent. They said it was affecting the learning of ordinary students and worried that parents would have opinions on the school."
Sheng Qiao was a little anxious when he heard it: "Ah? What should I do?"
Bei Mingfan hesitated and said: "Now I have found a school, which has delayed a lot of relationships. The other party agreed to let you hang up, but there is a request."
Sheng Qiao: "What's the requirement?"
Bei Mingfan: "I want you to come over tomorrow for an entrance exam. If your score can reach their school's average score, you will be admitted to school by exception."
Sheng Qiao: "..."
Bei Mingfan rejoiced: "Because it is April now, the principal agreed to enroll you as a second-year transfer student, and you will go straight to the third year after the summer vacation. So you only use the knowledge of the first and second-year high school entrance examination. Are you happy?"
Sheng Qiao: "..."
Bei Mingfan: "I helped you secretly inquire, the average score of this school is only 412, you only need 68.66 per exam is enough!"
Sheng Qiao: "..."
Bei Mingfan: "Okay, I won't bother you to read the book. Please hurry up and recite a few words. I will let Ding Jian book the ticket for tonight, and we will go to the exam tomorrow."
Sheng Qiao: "..."
After hanging up the phone, several people saw her speechless for a long time, Horch frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"
Sheng Qiao: "Wow, Horch, quickly open me two more bottles of six walnuts."
…
Ding Jian went to book a ticket, Fang Bai asked for leave for the director, Horch used his mobile phone to search the final year of the sophomore year of that school, and asked Sheng Qiao to try it out first.
Sheng Qiao scanned the test questions again, and the analysis of the poems and words in the classical Chinese translation just by the pile of poems at the beginning of the language was straightforward. Those who didn't memorized the test, and those who didn't memorized the test, it was too miserable.
Horch refrained from laughing and comforted: "You are good at English and maths, and you can get more points in these two subjects. Chinese reading comprehension and composition writing are better, no problem."
Sheng Qiao: "Uuuuuuu..."
The director knew that she was going to take an exam tomorrow, and did not arrange a role for her in the afternoon. He asked her to go back to the hotel to review during the holiday. Before leaving, the crew of the crew also cheered her up, "Xiao Qiao, come back to our crew for the first place in the exam. Long face!"
I'm the only candidate, the first one.
Back at the hotel, Sheng Qiao hurriedly turned over the notes sent by her fans for the second year of high school. She made up her mind to use her strengths and avoid weaknesses to get a high score in English and math exams. On the way to the airport, she was madly memorizing high school vocabulary and math formulas.
On the plane, the seat was in the first class. As soon as Sheng Qiao took the seat, he took out the English vocabulary given by the fans and lay down and watched it. One of the flight attendants was actually a fan of her. A flight attendant wanted to come over and ask for an autograph, but the flight attendant stopped her. , Yizheng said: "Don't disturb Qiaoqiao's study!"
Three hours later, when the plane landed, Bei Mingfan rented a car to pick them up. He was a VIP on his private trip. After getting in the car, seeing her look unlovable, she comforted and said: "I will take you to eat this most famous hot pot in the evening!"
Sheng Qiao: "No, I'm going to recite the text. Qingming has no bottom, what's next?"
Fang Bai: "The sun and the moon are shining on the gold and silver stands! I don't think you need to recite the front of this article, you just remember the last two sentences of the mandatory test site, An Neng crushes the eyebrows and bows the waist to the dignitaries, take it!"
Sheng Qiao: "It makes me unhappy!"
Fang Bai: "Correct!"
Bei Mingfan: "..."
When the car drove back to the hotel, Sheng Qiao ordered takeaways for dinner, eating and going to the toilet with his back, and taking a bath, he wrote the formula silently on the glass door of the bathroom.
The memory of high school that has faded away for many years, that period of youth that was sad because of exams, distressed by secret love, and weeping because of friendship, slowly emerged in the dead of night.
After becoming Sheng Qiao, she dreamed of going to school for the first time.
She was wearing school uniform and sitting in the classroom taking notes. Her favorite math teacher on the podium was drawing parallel lines with a ruler. He turned around and suddenly pointed at her and asked sharply, "Who are you? Why are you? In my class?"
All the classmates around looked over. They were all people she knew well, but they all stared at her with strange eyes.
She explained anxiously: "I'm Joe Qiao, I'm a student in this class."
"You are not in our class!"
"We don't know Joe and see!"
"We didn't call Joe Qiao in our class!"
She burst into tears and pulled out her student ID: "Look, look, I'm really Joe, I'm a math class representative, and I'm a student in the second class of high school."
"fraud!"
"No one asked Joe to see!"
"This is Sheng Qiao!"
"You don't even remember who you are!"
"You are Sheng Qiao!"
Those familiar and young faces became blurred. One was college classmates, another was Qiao's relatives, and another was friends and girlfriends. They circled her around and looked at her with unfamiliar eyes.
She yelled over and over again: "I am Joe, I am really Joe! I am really..."
No one believes her.
She fainted from crying, and saw Horch in a blur of light and shadow.
He was wearing the white suit she had seen him on TV for the first time, with his hair cut a bit short, and his calm and cold temperament was naturally natural, and she was deeply trapped at a glance.
She yelled to him: "Horch!"
He looked up.
She cried: "Horch, this is Joe Look."
He looked at her from a distance, for a long while, a gentle smile appeared on Indifferent's face, "I know, you are my fan."
Only he will respond to her.
No one knows me. There is no me in this world. Sometimes when I wake up from a dream, I wonder if this person actually doesn't exist.
Only you, is my only emotional continuation.
Even if no one remembers me, I still remember the frequency of my heartbeat when I love you. Your presence has always reminded me that I have had such a life, so that I will not forget who I am in the years to come.
She woke up crying.
The ceiling lights shone dimly in the night, and she touched the phone next to her pillow and tremblingly dialed Horch's phone.
She forgot the principle of non-disturbance she insisted on. She forgot that he might have been resting at this time. She just wanted to hear his voice eagerly to dispel the great sadness in the dream.
After three beeps, the call was connected, and he whispered to her in a slightly sleepy voice: "Jojo?"
She cried more fiercely and choked up: "Horch."
He heard her cry and sat up from the bed: "What's the matter?"
She whispered: "Horch, I miss you, I dream of you."
The breathing sound in the earpiece gradually became clear.
After a while, he laughed lowly: "What did you dream about me?"
She whimpered: "Dreaming that no one knows me, only you remember me."
With a clatter on the other end, he turned on the light and asked warmly, "Is it too stressful? Are you worried about the exam?"
"Um."
"It doesn't matter. If you fail to take the exam, change the school. There is still a year before the college entrance examination next year. There is still time to transfer your household registration to other places. There are many ways to do it, don't be afraid."
"Um."
"Then keep going to bed now, and put your mind to go to the exam tomorrow, huh?"
"good."
He laughed: "Jojo is good."
After hanging up the phone, the wall lamp was warm and yellow, he held the phone for a long time, curled his lips, and opened the private memo: XX year XX month XX day, Qiao Qiao said that he missed me for the first time.
Scroll up, and:
XX year XX month XX, the first time I watched a movie with Joe Joe.
XX year XX month XX, the first time I kissed Jojo.
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After eating breakfast the next morning, Bei Mingfan led the nervous Sheng Qiao to the school. He first met with the principal and greeted the grade director. This matter has not yet spread. After all, admission depends on the grades. .
After discussion with the dean of teaching and several teachers, the test paper they prepared for Sheng Qiao was the mid-term paper of the second year of high school. In fact, I didn't have any hope, thinking that the principal's so-called average score was an excuse to decline.
Being smart does not mean learning well. A star who breaks into the entertainment circle after graduating from junior high school has insufficient knowledge. How can he reach the level of exam-oriented education.
Now these stars are mostly for the purpose of establishing people, and there are many tricks.
With this mindset, Teacher Yang, who was in charge of the invigilation, came to the office specially prepared by the principal. Pushing the door open, the short-haired girl with her face turned to the sky sat quietly inside. Seeing him come in, she immediately got up and said politely, "Good teacher, hard work teacher."
There are no celebrities at all, and it looks better than on TV.
Teacher Yang took the test paper out of the sealed bag and pointed to the clock on the wall: "The test time is two and a half hours. Remember to arrange the time reasonably."
Sheng Qiao nodded, got the test paper, unscrewed the pen cap, and wrote his name in the name column. Teacher Yang taught Chinese and took a look at the side, oh, this word is not bad.
Just looking at this word, it has changed a bit.
For the next two and a half hours, Sheng Qiao focused the whole process and answered the questions carefully. There was no such thing as the few teachers who used the celebrity to make small moves in private discussions.
She finished the test papers in advance, but didn't turn in the papers immediately, and turned back to check it again. Just this attitude made Teacher Yang nodded from the side.
It would be nice if those bastards in the class had her attitude.
Sure enough, I agreed with that sentence, don't cherish what you have, it's a pity if you miss it.
Six subjects were tested four times, and the school also arranged two days according to the time of ordinary candidates. Sheng Qiao took the test of Chinese and mathematics on the first day, and on the second day, he took the test of English and comprehensive science. .
Bei Mingfan secretly inquired, but the teacher was quite principled: "I'll talk about it after the exam, otherwise it will affect the candidate's mentality."
After all the exams were completed, Sheng Qiao let out a sigh of relief, and slumped in his seat waiting for the result.
Bei Mingfan opened the door and handed over a stack of her photos, "Come here, sign, and give it to the teacher in a while, trying to get an impression."
Sheng Qiao: "..."
While signing, the principal and the dean of teaching walked in. The dean held the test papers she had made in his hand, and the look in her eyes was full of weirdness.
Sheng Qiao swallowed his saliva and asked nervously, "Am I... Passed?"
Dean of Teaching: "Sheng Qiao! Congratulations! You passed the entrance exam with a score of 509. Starting today, you are a student of our No. 4 High Sun High School!"
Bei Mingfan: "509? Wow!!!"
About to give Sheng Qiao a congratulatory hug. Looking back, she had already run to the window with her mobile phone, and whispered and excitedly said to the person on the other end: "Horch, I took the 509 exam!"
The laughter was faint: "Jojo is awesome."
"Are there any rewards?"
"Have."
"What reward?"
"You look back."
Um
She looked back suspiciously.
At the door, the teenager in a hat was standing there holding his mobile phone, with a gentle smile on his lips.