Fairy takeaway

Speaking of his two failure experiences, Mr. Boa Constrictor couldn't help but find it funny.If he is a snake who always likes to find the reasons for failure from objective factors, then he will probably attribute his two failures in the postgraduate entrance examination to bad luck.

Unfortunately, the topic that appeared in the English essay in the first year was a direction that Mr. Boa Constrictor had never prepared for before. In addition, it was the first major exam. He was inexperienced, and he was too panicked for a while. Played extremely poorly.In the second year, it was the complete opposite. The topic of the composition happened to be exactly what he had carefully drafted.Mr. Python sees it as a sign that victory is in sight.He typed up the draft in ecstasy, and revised it constantly, and finally copied the content carefully.The consequence of striving for perfection is that he once again failed to grasp the rhythm of the exam, and spent too much effort on a composition question, so that the subsequent translation could not be completed.

Mr. Boa constrictor waited anxiously for the result of his second preliminary test, thinking that it would be another Waterloo, but he did not expect that the language part just passed the line this time.He has qualified for the re-examination!

In a trance, Mr. Boa constrictor seemed to see the highlight moment of his snake life.Although his preliminary examination results are not outstanding, and he can only be ranked in the middle and bottom of the candidate list, but according to the experience of others, the re-examination for graduate admissions of the Department of Philosophy of Yunquan University is not a devil, as long as the professional knowledge is solid enough and certain The ability to communicate in English leaves the impression of a "plastic talent" on the instructor. Even if the written test score is poor, it is still possible to pass.

However, human beings always say that misfortune and good fortune depend on each other, and extremes make or break.The bad is the "English communication skills".Mr. Boa Constrictor failed to usher in the peak of his snake life, but suffered another blow from fate.

Unlike exams, interviews can be prepared in advance, so they are friendly enough to candidates with limited language skills.Before the English interview, Mr. Boa constrictor thought he was fully prepared.In order to keep himself from stage fright and perform at his best, since he received the retest notice, he stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom three times a day, imitating his English speech without script.His language level is indeed not good, but he believes that through such intensive and targeted training, there is no problem in completing the interview part fluently.

In fact, in the first minute, everything went very smoothly, and Mr. Python even suspected that there were expressions of approval on the faces of the two mentors.Although that might just be one of his snake illusions, he still spoke confidently.Then, tragedy struck.

In retrospect, Mr. Boa doesn't know exactly what happened that day.Sometimes, he would reminisce about what he had eaten, where he had seen people, and where he had been before the retest, thinking about what caused his physical breakdown.The answer is unknown.

The human body has a complex and mysterious mechanism, and even a refined person must accept the domination of this mechanism helplessly after turning into a human.

During that dreaded interview, Mr. Boa constrictor delivered his opening remarks fluently and then suddenly got stuck.This kind of jamming is not an ordinary forgotten word, but like a damaged tape, which keeps repeating a section of the content, repeating meaninglessly, and never proceeding to the next section.It was as if he had lost his memory suddenly, he couldn't get out the drafts that he had memorized in his mind smoothly, he wanted to leave but couldn't, so he had to stay where he was, struggling, like a drowning person.

All the humans present stared at him, dumbfounded, as if he was some kind of monster.Perhaps it was because the psychological pressure had exceeded the threshold under the watchful eyes of suspicion, or maybe Mr. Boa Constrictor had a problem with his physical condition that day. In short, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he suddenly held his throat and vomited violently.Stomach acid spewed out wrapped in undigested food, and the sour smell immediately permeated the classroom.

With tears in his eyes, Mr. Boa Constrictor finally determined that what the original two mentors had on their faces was not approval, but disgust.

He was startled and passed out like this.

Afterwards, Mr. Boa Constrictor was sent to the nearest university hospital. After examination, the doctor found nothing abnormal. He could only conclude that he was suffering from general gastrointestinal discomfort. He prescribed a few doses of medicine and then sent him away.

Mr. Boa Constrictor's body was fine, but after this battle, his spirit was greatly traumatized.His interview performance was summarized by the tutors as "vomiting in the interview due to being too nervous, indicating that the student's psychological quality is not good enough and he is not suitable."Poor psychological quality is almost a more fatal flaw for postgraduate candidates than shallow professional knowledge.

Without a strong mentality, it is difficult to survive the difficult two or three years of scientific research for graduate students and the study of various trivial matters.Many graduate students have failed to complete their studies due to psychological factors, or dropped out of school without reason, or suspended their studies, and some even chose more extreme methods of ending their studies.Schools, on the other hand, are burdened with the skepticism and scrutiny of each failed case of graduation.Therefore, mentors are usually unwilling to waste precious places on rough jade that seems to be "unstable", even if he may indeed be a good piece of jade.

Mr. Boa constrictor was so depressed that he took care of him for a whole year. It was not until this spring that he had the courage to open the book again.On the contrary, some classmates who knew him once persuaded him whether he should give up the postgraduate entrance examination just because of this.After careful consideration, Mr. Boa decided to continue.He thought that he hadn't played to the extreme in the previous two times, and he really wanted to know how far he could go if he could show his usual review level, or even perform supernormally.

What's more, he has already spent too much time on the postgraduate entrance examination. The benefits brought by the so-called "timely stop loss" are far less than the energy cost he has already paid, and it is not enough to calm his unwillingness.

This year is Mr. Boa Constrictor's third battle, and it is also the last battle he promised himself.If he still can't go ashore, he will calmly consider other people's suggestions and turn to other directions in life.

Reading is not the only choice in life, not even the "most important" choice.It's just that sometimes, what people insist on is a kind of determination that "this is the end, it's better to go forward bravely".

When Tano heard this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.As far as Mr. Boa Constrictor's luck is concerned, it is indeed bad.

Practitioners, most of them are extremely particular about luck.Generally speaking, luck determines how far a practitioner can go on the Dao in the end.Falling for no reason, falling short of success, going crazy, and all kinds of difficulties in practicing here are all bad luck.The reason is that, firstly, it may be that the way of heaven is above, and there are real things; secondly, it may be due to the open-mindedness of the practitioners. Epiphany is an ultimate state of practice.In order to achieve the great level of sudden enlightenment with sharp eyes and ears, one must cleanse the soul and not be burdened by worldly affairs.And jealousy, unwillingness, and bewilderment may all lead to the opportunity of becoming a demon, making the foundation of the practitioner unstable and the spiritual power collapsed.If you don't attribute everything to luck, no one can disobey, no one needs to worry about it, just accept it calmly.

The little sea otter drooped his eyebrows and patted Mr. Boa Constrictor's shoulder sympathetically, comforting him silently.

However, as Mr. Boa Constrictor who has lived as a human being for many years, some of his thinking is actually closer to that of a human being.However, he felt that, in addition to the so-called bad luck, his two defeats exposed his shortcomings in knowledge and lack of experience.If he can sum up his experience and use failure as a pedal, he will always be able to make continuous progress and find a breakthrough. After all, everything depends on human effort.

He Nuo heard the words, nodded vigorously, clenched his fists and waved to cheer Mr. Boa Constrictor.

Listening to Mr. Boa Constrictor's summary, I feel that he has no flaws in professional knowledge, and the most terrible shortcoming is his English ability.The little sea otter doesn't know what English is, but he has heard knowledgeable old spirits talk about it. The language of human society is very complicated. They are not like spirits. Although there are thousands of different races, they all use the same language Mandarin.Even if two spirits of different races who have never seen each other are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, they can communicate freely when they meet together.This ability to understand is not a well-formed language system with laws to follow, but an instinct rooted in the depths of their spiritual consciousness.When they talk to each other, they just know how to speak without even thinking about it.Therefore, foreign languages ​​are quite a novelty for spirits.

Of course, all spiritual beings need to learn at least one human language that is sufficient for them to walk in human society after cultivating human form.But this language resembles an innate external ability, just as fully functional humans always acquire their mother tongue naturally as they grow up.Spirits that take human form are always able to communicate freely using the type of human language that is closest to the human race they have transformed, perhaps because of the instinct of disguise.Mr. Boa constrictor dubbed this rather strange phenomenon "the rookie suit."

And if you want to learn a second foreign language for other reasons like Mr. Boa Constrictor, you have to start from scratch bit by bit like an ordinary human being.This is not an easy task, and like humans, spirits have different language talents, and some spirits learn faster while others progress slowly.

From a practical point of view, Mr. Boa constrictor probably falls into the latter category quite tragically.He is smart, but also hard-working, and even has a knack for learning foreign languages.However, his foreign language has been his pain from beginning to end, scarred and embarrassed.

As he spoke, Mr. Boa Constrictor couldn't help feeling depressed again.He muttered, "Actually, I don't understand. I may never talk to any human being from a foreign land in my life. If I am looking for overseas information, I can rely on dictionary translation. I don't know why I must be forced to learn English. "

Of course, as a contemporary college student, Mr. Boa is very aware that his thoughts are very negative and extremely narrow. The importance of language learning is self-evident for academic research.It's just that he has been frustrated repeatedly, and it is difficult to suppress the complaints in his heart.

Realizing this, Mr. Boa constrictor felt ashamed.He nodded embarrassingly at Ta Nuo, and apologized: "I'm really sorry for letting you hear so many unpleasant things. I shouldn't always avoid problems like this and justify myself. Don't worry about me, I have already Think it over."

He Nuo shook his head seriously.He slowly typed a few lines on the phone.

——You have done a good job, it’s good that you don’t need to be perfect, and sometimes it’s cute to escape.

In his opinion, Mr. Boa Constrictor is good enough.Although he failed twice, he was still as positive as before, and he was able to find a new path from each failed attempt.It's just that Mr. Boa Constrictor is too harsh on himself, and he doesn't allow himself to enjoy any praise and satisfaction.

Tano was a lazy little sea otter when he was a child, and he couldn't understand whether an excellent attitude should be so strict.He didn't know if persistence like Mr. Boa Constrictor would lead to success, he only knew that doing so would make him unhappy.So he wanted to give Mr. Python as much power as possible through his own language.

Mr. Boa was shaken physically and mentally.No one had ever told him that before, and told him that it was lovely to escape.In his cognition, escaping is just shameful and has nothing to do with any beauty.

- Nobody needs to be a Transformer.

He Nuo added again.

Transformers is also human knowledge that he recently learned through chatting with Bie Jing on the Internet.He didn't understand at first, but later the little boss told him triumphantly that Transformers means big iron blocks that fight extremely hard.As for why the hard iron blocks can fight and still fight well, he has no idea at all.But the little boss has already promised him that he will accompany him to make up movies when he is free for a while.Human movies are interesting.

Ah, I kind of miss Little Boss.He Nuo frowned, and quietly glanced at the waterway when he came.The matter between the little boss and Consul Mao may have been discussed. Is he bored now?

Mr. Boa constrictor was stunned and at a loss, he seemed to understand something.The escape that Tano mentioned is probably not the kind of escape that is the last link, but the timely tolerance of oneself.Only those who learn to forgive themselves can become stronger.Soft armor will always fit better than hard armor.

Mr. Boa Constrictor was still examining himself, and when the little sea otter was wandering, the curtain of banyan tree air roots hanging beside them suddenly moved, and a big round head emerged from it.

The little sea otter barked in fright, and almost rolled over and fell into the water again.

Mr. Boa grabbed him.His own face was also pale, so he had to muster up the courage to ask someone. "Who are you?"

The big head squeezed out, and then a strong body.His silhouette nearly poked a hole through the air root curtain.

The person who came had a new face, with a round head, small nose and eyes, and a fleshy body. He looked very kind.He smiled at the two of them, and apologized.

He Nuo tilted his head and looked at him seriously, thinking, it turned out to be a little mouse.It's really rare to see such an ordinary little mouse in human form, let alone such a chubby and wealthy appearance.He couldn't help but squinted and smiled.

"Oh, blame me, blame me, I'm not scared, it's all right. I just wanted to say hello, but you were too involved in your words at the time, and I accidentally overheard your conversation. I'm so sorry Ah." When he laughed, the two lumps of flesh on his cheeks would bulge, squeezing his glasses into a slit, which looked very funny.

No one would be in a good mood to be overheard by an irrelevant bystander.Sure enough, Mr. Boa Constrictor's expression turned cold.But he is still a very polite gentleman after all, and he doesn't want to yell directly.He looked at the fat mouse, thinking about his words.

In the end, before Mr. Boa Constrictor could speak, the fat mouse went on self-consciously: "I also know that what I did is not authentic, but it is not just a coincidence that the wheat awn fell into the eye of the needle, right? I solemnly apologize again, comrade, I did not It's not some bad guy who can't get out, of course you can mind, I don't mind if you mind. However, I chose to show up because I have a very meaningful proposal, and I think you can give me a chance."

He Nuo looked at Mr. Mouse curiously. He had never met a wise man who could tell jokes like him. Although he couldn't understand all of them, he found it very interesting.

Mr. Boa Constrictor frowned, but still didn't speak.

Mr. Mouse didn't feel embarrassed at all. He rubbed his hands together with an excited look on his face. "I just happened to hear the news that you failed the postgraduate entrance examination. How about it, comrade? Do you need an exam-oriented counseling expert?"

Test-Taking...Tutoring...Experts?

These common nouns combine to form an uncommon meaning.This time, not only he promised, but even Mr. Boa Constrictor was at a loss.

Mr. Mouse briefly introduced his occupation. In short, he can help Mr. Boa Constrictor to pass the next exam - of course, with a salary.

Mr. Boa constrictor understood.It turned out to be a cheater, he would not be fooled if he knew more.The way he looked at Mr. Mouse couldn't help showing some resistance and suspicion.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Mouse, who was originally kind, caught a glimpse of his expression and became angry for some reason.

"I know what you're thinking!" he said loudly. "You're judging yourself! You think I'm not smart! Can't I be smart if I'm fat? We deserve to sit Looking down at the books in the library is like reading the menu and ordering!" He was panting heavily, his round belly heaving up and down.

Mr. Boa constrictor immediately understood the meaning of his words. For some reason, the picture of ordering food in Mr. Mouse's library automatically came to mind, and he burst out laughing.

Mr. Mouse's eyes widened.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, the little sea otter, who was belatedly aware of it, came to his senses and let out a barking laugh while covering his mouth.

Mr. Mouse became even more angry in an instant.

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I got reliable internal information, the little boss probably maybe maybe should maybe have a certain probability will be online in the next chapter

Little Boss: ... fine

Nuo: As expected of a small boss, it’s so cool that he can speak foreign languages