My imagination has come true

Chapter 60
After answering the questions in the first Chinese session, Mu Qingyun checked it twice honestly, and obediently waited until the closing bell rang before handing in the papers with the rest of the group.

When I left the examination room, there was a sea of ​​people outside the gate.

The interview vans of several TV stations seem to have completed their tasks. At the moment, several staff members are standing on the sidewalk chatting boredly.

While talking, I saw a dozen students, some with lunch boxes in their hands, some with a box of Red Bull, some with hand-held electric fans, and some with towels.

There was something even more peculiar. The two students walking in the front, talking and laughing, each held a handful of red strings, and a bunch of small wooden signs were tied to the red strings.

The camera took a straight shot, and under high-definition multiples, the handwriting is clearly legible.

There are many words engraved on the wooden plaque, such as "win at the flag", "the number one scholar", "success in a short time", "pass every exam", etc. There are also "blessings for you", "scores for you", and "pen refills". ', 'I love you' and the like.

The two reporters looked at each other, and laughed together, which relieved a little fatigue.

I saw these students gathered in front of an examinee, serving tea and water and delivering all kinds of food attentively.

There was also a little girl who turned around and danced lightly, but she was just worried about disturbing others, and her humming voice was thin and weak.

Not only the reporters, but also many candidates who had finished the first subject and had not yet left, as well as the parents of the candidates were also curious, and gathered around in twos and threes to watch the excitement.

The security guards at the test site were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, pushed and shoved for a while, and then sent out the most obedient one, who asked a few words gently.

I heard that these students wanted to relax the mood of the friends who took the college entrance examination. After observing for a while, the candidates were quite happy, and the security guards didn't say any more.

During the college entrance examination, the candidates are the largest, and they must be careful. If they behave inappropriately or are too rude, they may be on the hot searches.

The students in class nine can't care about others.

Holding the warm braised fish food box, Wang Mengmeng narrowed her eyes with a smile.

"My mother and I cooked the rice, and the ingredients are all natural and pollution-free."

"Even the oil for cooking, I have prepared a guideline a month in advance. It is an old domestic brand and is trustworthy."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Parking is not allowed at the entrance of the test center, and Jia Junhao's RV is parked directly in the parking lot across the street.

Mu Qingyun gathered up the red rope and put it in his schoolbag, called Wang Mengmeng and they walked through the crowd together.

Wang Mengmeng hurriedly held the lunch box in one hand and put an umbrella on Mu Qingyun in the other, muttering: "You can't get heat stroke."

I heard that there are students with heat stroke every year in the college entrance examination.

When we got to the caravan, a few students started working together, borrowing tables, chairs and benches from restaurants and convenience stores on the left and right, and had a lively meal together.

Wang Mengmeng acted very quickly, stretched out her chopsticks, first picked out the fattest meat from the belly of the fish for Mu Qingyun, and then threw the rest to others to eat.

Everyone laughed.

Everyone has the same aspirations, regardless of how they did in the exam.

It's only a sophomore in high school anyway.

The students here ate happily. Mu Qingyun also broke through the blockade and bought an ice cream, most of which went into Wang Mengmeng's stomach. She just ate a little to satisfy her cravings.

Mu Qingyun is in good health. During a physical examination a while ago, an old Chinese doctor said that she has a restrained spirit and full of energy and blood, but at this point, she is still quite self-disciplined.

The two reporters over there watched the commotion, so they simply followed a few steps. They happily wrote an interview article on the spot, reporting the enthusiasm and friendship among Fan's classmates.

Wearing a suit of red, at least a young reporter with a good reputation, looked left and right, and Mu Qingyun always looked familiar.

"Oh, isn't this the 'no martial arts, no martial arts'?"

A while ago, there was a small video that was widely circulated. It was a beautiful and young girl practicing boxing.

It seems that it was originally a promotional advertisement for a certain boxing gym, but later it went out of the circle, many Scissorhands recreated it, and an Internet celebrity singer composed a national style song called "Wuhun", which was very popular on the Internet for a while .

This reporter usually likes martial arts, martial arts and the like, and every time he sees a good-looking video, he especially likes it.

In the video, when the little sister practiced, it was called Yisha, and the little reporter almost licked the screen bald from watching it, so he remembered it clearly.

He quickly jotted down a note, he can't post it now, and he will definitely get a wave of enthusiasm after the college entrance examination is over.

After eating and taking a nap, Mu Qingyun went to take the math test.

Mathematics is not as smooth as Chinese. The questions are quite difficult. Fortunately, there is no danger, and in the end, I gnawed it smoothly, and I was more confident.

Sure enough, as soon as he left the test site after the test, there was a lot of crying and howling around.

It was also a coincidence that Xu saw her familiarity, and two reporters next to her happened to catch her for an interview.

Mu Qingyun glanced around, saw a sigh, immediately adjusted his expression, and put on a heavy look.

"Yes, the questions are difficult, and the results may not be ideal, but it doesn't matter, the questions are difficult, all the candidates are the same, I will definitely not think about passing the test, so as not to affect the next subject."

The reporter quickly put away all the remaining questions, so as not to continue to stab the examinee's heart.

Several tearful examinees around her were immediately comforted by what she said, and stopped crying for a while.

In two days, Mu Qingyun finished physics, English, chemistry, and politics all the way.

The difficulty of the questions in these subjects was not as scary as mathematics, and the examinees more or less regained their confidence.

Mu Qingyun finished the last political subject of the exam, left the exam room, and immediately went back to school in a very low-key manner.

Teacher Zhang looked at her for a long time, but didn't see any clues from her face. That night, her old man saw the interview video on the Internet again, and his student said with a sad expression-this year's college entrance examination math is really difficult...

Throughout the night, Teacher Zhang tossed and turned like pancakes in bed.

Her husband glanced at the back of his wife's head, recalled where his private money was hidden, and felt a little relieved.

Well, I just spent all my private money at the beginning of this month, and I didn't hide any new ones.

For the next two days, Teacher Zhang stared at Mu Qingyun, re-done the college entrance examination paper in his office, and heaved a sigh of relief after checking the answers.

Steady!

Teacher Zhang's spirit visibly relaxed.

But still couldn't help but cast a blank glance at his beloved disciple.

The questions are all answered like this, why is there no smiling face?
Mu Qingyun is not nervous either.

There is only one champion, and of course she is not sure that she will get it.

Not to mention her, even those geniuses who have never fallen from the No. 1 throne, I am afraid they dare not be so confident.

However, she did well in the exam, and there is no problem with her favorite Yanzhou University.

The 'Mu Chuncheng Class' is indeed difficult. This class recruits students independently, and only recruits freshmen who have been admitted to Yanzhou University.

But this is just a beautiful yearning. If it succeeds, you will be happy. If it doesn't work, you don't have to be depressed.

As for the No. [-] scholar, anyway, she has done her best, so she doesn't have to think about it.

Now she is much more at ease in the face of those brain holes that have become real. Even if she can't become the champion, at worst, she is not exciting enough, the overall evaluation is lowered, and there is no reward, what else can she do?

(End of this chapter)