The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 415 0415. The Land of Romance, France (34)

When he walked in, he looked around the entire classroom, muttering words, as if he was counting the number of people.

Zhuang Xinian sat at the bottom, holding her chin and looking at him curiously.

Let's not say whether this person is handsome or not, because in Zhuang Xinian's opinion, foreigners all look alike.

It's like foreigners looking at Chinese people think we look exactly the same.

But the only thing Zhuang Xinian can be sure of is that the facial features are very three-dimensional, and it is a bit easy to draw because they are very distinct.

After counting the number of people, the man in the suit said in English: "Okay, then the students in the classroom are now the test participants of our test classroom."

"Now, I will write the topic of this time on the board behind me, as well as some detailed regulations, please read it carefully, okay?"

The subordinates agreed sparingly, and then the man in the suit wrote down all the detailed regulations.

Sure enough, the detailed regulations were clearer than just one topic, and some regulations that could not be included were also written down.

Zhuang Xi read the above regulations silently, picked out the more important ones and memorized them, and then waited for the man in the suit to say more.

Unexpectedly, after reading the detailed regulations, the yellow faces like hers did not move, but those foreign faces started to set up their easels one after another.

Seeing this, Zhuang Xinian understood that no matter how dull he was, it meant that he could start the test after reading it.

Quickly take out your tools.

This test lasted for a whole morning.

It wasn't until after one o'clock in the afternoon that someone intermittently left the classroom where Zhuang Xi read the test.

Zhuang Xinian was unmoved.

This is one of the most valuable characteristics of a little girl.

Able to concentrate on painting without distraction in this testing situation.

Zhuang's father stood at the gate and kept walking back and forth, clasping his hands and rubbing them constantly, his face was tense, and he was indescribably anxious.

Bai White accompanied him here, leaning against the side of the car and looking at his old friend's terribly anxious appearance, he couldn't help but persuade him, "Zhuang, don't turn around, wait patiently."

Zhuang's father stopped to look at him, and said "tsk", "I can't wait, I'm so nervous!"

Probably Zhuang's father's current mood is exactly the same as that of the parents waiting outside for the last exam of the college entrance examination.

I hope that my children will do well in the exam, but I am afraid that my children will not do well in the exam.

This contradictory and complicated psychology makes them want to relieve it by walking around.

Finally, the first child came out.

Zhuang's father hurried up to see that it was not his daughter.

There are many parents like Zhuang's father, and some parents even came together.

With the first, there is the second, the third...

Zhuang's father saw that the parents who were waiting together picked up his own children, and his daughter could not even be seen, so he became even more anxious.

Just when Father Zhuang turned around anxiously, Bai White saw the figure of the little girl coming out of the gate, and quickly patted his old friend on the shoulder, "Hey Zhuang! Your daughter!"

Zhuang's father turned around quickly, and saw that the little girl was almost approaching him, so he rushed to meet him in three steps at a time, "Nian Nian, are you tired?"

　Finally finished writing at the last minute.

　　so tired.

　　It was excruciating.

　　Happy New Year babies!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)