I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 181: Will the social fear relapse?

As the days on the countdown whiteboard became fewer and fewer, the atmosphere throughout the senior year of No. [-] Middle School became more and more solemn.

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

Most students can no longer distinguish between the starting bell and the ending bell, and just quietly bury their heads in the piles of books and test papers.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Li Lu specially set aside an area on the blackboard at the back of the classroom that was originally filled with slogans about beating chicken blood, and named it the "Anonymous Wall."

He also called on students to write down anything they want to say on sticky notes and post them here.

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

Because probably none of the words written on it were what Li Lu wanted to see.

In her imagination, it was probably some words of encouragement to each other.

For example, "Let's work hard together", "Hand in hand to create a better future", "Meet at Beijing University" and "No, I will choose BGI next door".

However, what appeared on the wall was:
"Physics be damned."

"I can't continue studying and want to drop out."

"Oh my god, is it a capital crime to be unable to memorize words?"

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

Wait for a series of words full of negative energy.

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

"Su Shen, what should I do?"

He was holding a box of yogurt, sitting upside down and pressing his face on the back of the chair, sighing and drinking.

There is also a bottle of the same original yogurt on Su Chengyi's desk, which Wang Hu just paid tribute to.

"This time I failed in the comprehensive science test again. I originally entered our class as a phoenix-tailed dog, but now I feel worse than a chicken-headed person in the sprint class."

Although it was sad, I still drank yogurt very quickly.After a few mouthfuls, a bottle of yogurt reached the bottom, making a "gurgling" sound.

Su Chengyi raised his wrist and glanced at the time. There were still 5 minutes left.

He lowered his head and rummaged around in the desk, found his Zhou Kao comprehensive examination paper and gave it to him.

"Please revise it accordingly. I have written down the steps in detail. You should focus on the last big question in physics."

"Got it!"

Wang Hu achieved his goal and jumped up for joy.

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

But when I saw "Total score: 299" written in bold red pen at the front of the test paper, I felt depressed again.

Even if you endure hardships, you will still be inferior to others, how difficult it is.

The current management system of No. [-] Middle School is indeed different from before, but that is more due to the major changes in the overall social environment.

Most students have a sense of resistance and will not accept the situation. The disadvantages of exam-oriented education are also discovered and taken seriously by more people.

Therefore, rather than forcing management and oppressing all students, the current style of No. [-] Middle School is more: the school is responsible for selecting the best teachers, always publicizing and emphasizing the importance of learning, and providing the highest quality learning and living environment.

In terms of teachers, compared to the high-paying foreign teachers hired by the school next door, No. [-] Middle School has both newcomers who graduated from prestigious schools and experienced teachers.

Although Old Man Peng has a very bad character, he does have the hard ability to teach, otherwise the school would not tolerate him like this.

Not to mention promoting the importance of learning, there are slogans everywhere, information meetings held every once in a while, and all kinds of subtle brainwashing techniques.

The environment is also top-notch. The beautiful campus of No. [-] Middle School is famous throughout the country, and the canteen and dormitory environment are very good.

After many students who graduated from No. [-] Middle School went to college, they said that the environment was incomparable to No. [-] Middle School and they missed the hot pot dumplings in the high school cafeteria.

Although this article is suspected of the school stuffing red envelopes to invite trolls.

All these aspects have enabled No. [-] Middle School to absorb almost all the outstanding students in the city, and the competitive pressure has become unprecedentedly high.

As a competitor, the foreign school next door actually has a different track. It is more about preparing for studying abroad.

So let alone the Rocket Class of No. [-] Middle School, almost every student is the kind of person who will be promoted as "other people's children" in life.

But among excellent people, there are also average and top-notch people.

Compared with the high-intensity oppression in No. [-] Middle School before, this environment now is a different kind of mental pressure.

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

As the leader of the Rocket Class, every score of each person affects the average score of the class, and at the same time represents the face of No. [-] Middle School.

Wang Hu once felt that he had worked very hard.

In middle school, he went to the junior high school in his hometown. He was always No. 1 and was praised by everyone growing up.

It wasn't until I came to No. [-] Middle School that I realized what it means to be someone outside the world.

No. 1 would become the tail end of a crane in another environment.

After witnessing the extremely terrifying oppression of a certain great god, this feeling of frustration became even deeper.

Because no matter how hard you work, don’t leave yourself any time to rest, and put all your energy into this, there will still be people who are smarter and harder working than you.

In front of them, it's like you're not trying at all.

"Don't be afraid of floating clouds to cover your eyes, and you will be at the highest level."

Su Chengyi happened to be writing this ancient poem on the paper. He lightly circled "Zi Yuan", which made Wang Hu almost bite the yogurt straw in his hand.

".Is there anything else?"

Su Chengyi felt uncomfortable looking at him, so he simply put down his pen and asked.

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

"will not."

He hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

"If you have time to think about this, it's better to answer two more sets of questions or have a good meal."

Su Chengyi tried his best to speak tactfully, but he really felt that it was a waste of time to be emotionally consumed by such things.

"Okay, okay. Work hard to catch up with the master's taillights!"

Wang Hu stood up with the paper in hand and stretched.

Su Chengyi finished writing the last line of today's ancient poem, then stood up and took the schoolbag hanging by the table into his hand.

"Going to rehearse? It's hard work."

"Ah."

Su Chengyi hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and patted Xiaopang on the shoulder.

"Come on. If you need anything to study, you can always come to me."

There is a feeling that all sentient beings have been saved by the brilliance of God.

Wang Hu nodded and watched his back carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder disappear from the door.

When they arrived at the music room, everyone else was already ready.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Su Chengyi took out the erhu from his schoolbag.

"No, no, no, I was pinching it, thinking that if you were late, I would treat you to ice cream as a reward, but you didn't miss it 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 stuck mania is this? !

"That's good."

Su Chengyi smiled and reached out to pluck the bowstring.

"Today is the last rehearsal, and the official performance will be tomorrow. Oh my god, why am I more nervous than you are about to perform on stage?"

Han Bing leaned against the piano, the tension on his face almost showing.

However, looking at the calm expressions 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 have participated in many competitions, and I can't seem to get nervous."

Chu Qingmian put her fingers on the piano keys and played a few times.

"It seems so."

When Han Bing thought about visiting Chu Qingmian's house, her house even had a special exhibition room to store the various awards she had won.

Not only piano, but also violin, poetry competition, etc.The entire white wall was covered with certificates, and medals and trophies were arranged in order, which looked quite spectacular.

Su Chengyi sat quietly holding his erhu on one side, expressionless as usual.

Indeed, one cannot expect a person with this appearance to be nervous or uneasy.

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

But it's certainly much better than when he was a child. Now he can skillfully treat ordinary audiences as carrots and cabbage.

So why are you still nervous?

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

If he couldn't play the erhu well, it would be an embarrassment to his grandfather.

With Zhuyu in front, the pressure was too much.

But since it was only the rehearsal stage, Mr. Li was not sitting in the audience, so he was still in a very relaxed mood.

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 and listen to Chu Qingmian playing the piano or Chen Jinzhi singing is an enjoyment that is like listening to fairy music.

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

Although she had already memorized it by heart, her professional habits still urged her to reread it over and over again.

Sensing what they were talking about, she raised her head and smiled.

“I feel that our company’s assessment model is more stressful than formal performances.”

She recalled a little and continued:
“Because it is an elimination debut system, there will be regular assessments.

The location is a small dark room of about ten square meters, and the examiners responsible for the assessment sit aside.According to the rules, they will not say a word, nor will they smile to lighten the atmosphere or anything else, but just stare at you.

It feels like there is no escape for any mistakes, and if you don't meet the standards in singing or dancing, you will be punished, or worse - eliminated.

And you will be notified of the results directly as soon as the performance is over, without any buffering time. "

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

But this harsh assessment system sounds almost like a battle royale. Eliminate all your companions and you can finally make your debut.

The fellow trainees who stay together every day for training and living are actually competitors in nature.

Maybe the spring breeze is warm and friendly on the surface, but there are all kinds of obstacles behind the scenes.

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

"Oh my god, it's so scary."

Han Bing folded his arms and shrank.

But she soon realized a problem, widened her eyes and asked:
"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 families, but the seniors who debuted have met some of them."

"Ahhhh!!!"

Han Bing's screams were deafening.

The music classroom had its own echo, and Su Chengyi and Chu Qingmian silently covered their ears in sync.

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

Chen Jinzhi is still outputting.

Su Chengyi silently covered his ears more tightly.

Fortunately, Han Bing almost fainted from excitement and didn't have the strength to scream anymore.

"Is there a possibility that we have to rehearse one last time?"

Su Chengyi rubbed his ears and interrupted helplessly.

"Ah, yes, yes, I almost forgot about the real thing."

Han Bing just woke up from a dream.

"Okay, then I'll count down and you guys will start. Three signatures, hehehehe, two, hahaha, one!"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

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

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

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

Su Chengyi momentarily wondered if she had turned on the filter too high.

"I feel that Su Chengyi is really suitable for wearing sunglasses, otherwise it would be like someone kidnapped him to go on stage. Management without expression!"

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

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

Chu Qingmian glanced at him sideways and automatically put on sunglasses for him in her mind.

In a trance, I seemed to see the stinky-faced kid wearing blind sunglasses and playing the erhu when he participated in "The Musical Heart" when he was a child.

My appearance and temperament seem to have remained the same since childhood.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help lowering her head and laughing secretly.

"I'm just an accompanist, you don't need me to manage your expressions."

Su Chengyi spread his hands.

What's more, in a classic opera like "Butterfly Lovers", music is the protagonist. 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 for hype would be in vain.

"No"

Han Bing suddenly looked like a smile but not a smile, with evil intentions.

"What do you mean?"

Su Chengyi's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Remember when I asked you to save some time at the end?"

"remember."

"That's what the school requires."

"."

“You have to have a personal moment in the show.”

".so?
"So in the later part of "Lanting Preface", you have to sing a short chorus."

Han Bing waved to him with the lyrics cut out in his hand.

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

Su Chengyi frowned and recalled the tune in his mind.

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

Han Bing thought for a while and said with relief:
"You don't have to be a good singer, as long as you don't make a scene and don't destroy the atmosphere created before. The specific style is also up to you. It can be more passionate or gentle."

Su Chengyi sighed.

Although he had long known that the school had bad intentions and would definitely not be willing to let him be a behind-the-scenes worker, he still did not expect to use such a simple and crude method.

Forget it, just sing.

The pits are all buried by oneself.

The variety of forms and mixture of creativity, classical opera and modern R&B Chinese-style pop songs, can be regarded as fulfilling the nonsense I made at the time.

It's just singing two lines of a song, how can we still fear recurrence?
The rehearsal site on the day of the school anniversary was crowded with people.

The entire backstage was occupied by hurried staff. Everyone looked busy but didn't know what they were busy with.

Su Chengyi leaned on the edge of the corner and couldn't help but think:
Okay, it seems to work.

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