After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

Song Zhulan got up early the next day, Jiang Xiaofeng bought him a hearty breakfast, and sent him to school.

As a trafficker, he has a lot of things to do, he can only spend half a day at school today, and he has to go back to the company in the afternoon.

Jiang Xiaofeng said all the details that could be ordered on the way, and only slapped his forehead when he got off the car.

"Look at my brain! You should have a test today."

"Which test?"

"Xiaolan, you actually care about this, don't you mean..." He stopped talking halfway, "It seems to be mathematics. But it's okay, you just need to calm down, and don't worry about scores."

"I see."

Song Zhulan agreed, opened the car door, and walked into the school.

He was only wearing an ordinary blue and white school uniform today, but his appearance and those light-colored pupils were so recognizable. As soon as he entered the school gate, many people recognized him and whispered behind his back.

"That's Song Zhulan? He actually went back to school? Come back and prepare for a model?"

"No way, he never learned much."

"Not necessarily now! I watched Reuters on "Drunken Moon", and he seemed to have offended Qin Jingye and was kicked out from the crew. I guess he has nowhere to go now, so he can only go back to the college entrance examination."

"Yes, and there are rumors that he went to a certain banquet yesterday and was smashed with rotten eggs."

"Just him? He won't be able to pass the college entrance examination even if he comes back!"

The unbearable voices of discussion came to Song Zhulan's ears, he kept walking, his face was calm, but he was a little upset in his heart.

The impact of rotten eggs on a cleanliness is too great, even thinking about it now makes him sick to his stomach.Song Zhulan thought that one of the reasons why he worked hard to solve the apocalypse must be because he didn't want to face corpses and the ubiquitous smell of blood every day.

Compared with rotten eggs, being secretly photographed by paparazzi is nothing to Song Zhulan.

The more negative news about him spread now, the stronger the impact will be when the truth is revealed to everyone in the future.Compared with that, these gossips are nothing now.

He walked unhurriedly to Class [-] and [-], where the teacher was standing in front of the podium to approve homework. Three-quarters of the class had arrived, and they were all immersed in their morning reading.

Song Zhulan stood at the door of the class without moving, and slowly swept across the empty sets of desks and chairs in the classroom - I haven't been to school for a long time, Yuanshen didn't remember where his seat was at all.

The teacher who judged the papers noticed him, but didn't mean to remind him.

When Song Zhulan was about to find a seat to sit down, the teacher finally spoke.

"Song Zhulan, come here."

He kept his voice low.

"I have no objection to your going back to school," he said, holding a red pen and marking a flying check mark on the paper, without looking at Song Zhulan.

"But the premise of this is that you can't affect other students' studies. They are the ones who have to pass the college entrance examination."

"Teacher, I also plan to take the college entrance examination seriously." Song Zhulan corrected her.

The teacher turned the paper over, and the paper rattled, not paying attention to this sentence at all, and continued.

"I have only one request for you, to have a correct attitude in class, and don't disturb the class."

Before Song Zhulan answered, he just took it as the default.

After finishing speaking, seeing that the person hadn't left, he scolded again: "Why are you still standing here? Go back to your seat!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen," Song Zhulan finally recalled the teacher's name, and smiled embarrassedly. He really looked like a student who hadn't experienced much in the world. "Where is my seat?"

The tip of the red pen paused on the paper, leaving a cloud of ink marks.

Teacher Chen finally raised his head and took a look at Song Zhulan.The original anger disappeared a little when he saw that polite and respectful smiling face.

He raised his hand and pointed to the corner of the classroom: "The last one in the sixth row."

"Thank you, teacher."

Song Zhulan took a morning reading paper from the podium and walked to her seat.

Teacher Chen looked at his back slightly sideways.

When will Song Zhulan do morning reading?

The seat of the original body was very dirty, dust covered the entire tabletop, and there were chalk shavings that came from nowhere.

After Song Zhulan wiped it clean carefully, he took out his pen and started to do the morning reading papers.

Today's morning reading is English, a few grammar, and a gestalt.

He read Jiang Xiaofeng's "May Three" last night, and he has a general understanding of the exams in this world, which is not much different from what he has experienced before.

The English college entrance examination is not difficult. It only tests basic grammar and vocabulary. It is relatively easy to get high scores in several subjects.

Song Zhulan's English is not bad. In the end of the world, he often met teammates from English-speaking countries. In order to communicate with each other, his English level not only did not drop, but was gradually improved in the day-to-day communication. He passed the TOEFL IELTS No problem.It is more than enough to deal with a college entrance examination English.

He hastily scanned the questions and quickly filled in the answers.

He wrote the questions very fast, even if he arrived a little late, he finished the writing on time.

When the pen was written, the English class representative just came to collect the morning reading papers.

The class representative said that he was here to collect the morning reading, but in fact his eyes were all glued to the paper, and he couldn't help chanting words.

"b, c, c, a..."

He glanced at the answers on two or three papers at the same time, seeing that he had the same answer as the others, he was relieved when another paper was stacked up.

The scroll surface is very clean, without any trace of marking, only a row of beautiful and neat letters written before the title.

The class representative looked over subconsciously, and the answer on the paper was "BCCD".

"Student, you should choose a for the fourth question."

"Choose d." A lazy voice came from below.

The class representative raised his eyes from the paper, and was about to ask why, but saw a pair of iconic light-colored eyes and an overly clear face.

When it was about to be exported, the content was changed.

"We all chose a, you'd better change it."

"Thank you for the reminder, there's no need." Song Zhulan said.

"Class representative, what did you tell him?" the person next to him complained.

"He can choose whatever he likes, and we won't be able to deduct points anyway. Hey, did you get a C for the tenth question?"

Everyone in the class has basically finished their morning reading, and the discussion gradually became louder.The man didn't deliberately suppress his voice, he wasn't afraid that Song Zhulan would hear it.

Song Zhulan raised his eyebrows, but ignored it.

At this time, Teacher Chen shouted: "Quiet!"

He knocked heavily on the podium with a stack of papers in his hand, and the classroom immediately returned to silence.

"Today, the first and second classes will take the math test, and the third class will cover it. I see that you have talked so much, are you ready? Then I will hand out the papers in advance."

There is a lot of mourning below.

But Teacher Chen was unmoved at all, counting the papers and answer sheets and handing them out to the front desk.

Four A3 papers were passed from front to back.

Song Zhulan sat in the last row, twirling a signature pen in his right hand, casually took the crumpled paper from the front desk, and smiled inexplicably.

It seems that there are quite a few people who don't want to see him.

Teacher Chen didn't notice the change here, and gave an order.

Exam begins.

Everyone put their heads down and wrote quickly, only Song Zhulan kept turning his pen, turning over the paper at will, and scanning the questions on it.

When the paper was flipped, he heard a cold snort from the front desk.

Song Zhulan didn't take it to heart.

This paper made him feel familiar for a long time.

It has been many years since Song Zhulan sat at the desk to do papers last time.

At that time, there was no apocalypse. After preparing for the competition, he would occasionally find a third-year high school classroom and sit in the last row of class.He is going to take the junior class exam, and he is considered a little celebrity at school. The teachers are familiar with him, and they will ask him to come on stage to answer questions from time to time.

He was young, but he didn't panic at all when he stood on the square-inch podium, and his thinking was clear and clear, sometimes more clearly than the teacher.

The seniors and sisters all like him very much, calling him "Xiaolan Xiaolan" every day, and giving him some snacks every time they meet.

That can be regarded as the only tender moment in Song Zhulan's life in the first ten years.

Then the end of the world came, ferocious beasts ravaged, and famine came.Song Zhulan was only fifteen that year, and he was still a little malnourished. He was very thin, and he looked like the first batch of short-lived ghosts who died thin.

He didn't die miserably, all thanks to his amazing calculation ability, helping him find the most suitable attack timing and angle time after time.For Song Zhulan, mathematical physics since then is no longer the content of the book, but a means of survival, an instinct integrated into the flesh and blood.

Therefore, in the eyes of Song Zhulan, the math problems in the college entrance examination are extremely ordinary.

After reading all the questions, he finally started to write.

For multiple-choice questions, as long as you read the stem of the question, you can get the answer in your mind in an instant.

Fill in the blanks, calculations, the first few answers to the questions...all swept away.

Even the grand finale at the end didn't bother him for long.

Song Zhulan's auxiliary line is in place in one step, and the steps are listed under the title concisely, without any redundant explanation.

There is no trace of calculation on the scroll, and the final answer is on the paper.

After the two competition questions that the school specially set out as training for heightening were finished, the draft paper belonging to Song Zhulan was still empty.

He put down his pen and turned to look out the window.

At this time, before the exam started, one class had just passed.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the number of people in the corridor gradually increased, and a few people were standing near Class [-] chatting.

"Class [-] will take the exam in the first class today?"

"Yeah, isn't Chen Kaiqiang always so perverted? I'm going to wait for them to finish the exam and ask questions. I guess it will be quite difficult this time. Look at their expressions."

"Hey, why is there another one looking outside?"

The girl pointed to the last seat on the row near the window.

In early spring and March, the winter jasmine planted in the flower garden has just sprouted.

The young man was sitting by the window, shrouded in the warm sunshine, his eyes were even lighter in color.

He only showed half of his face.

But even a profile face is too good-looking.

"At school, why are you so handsome." Someone couldn't help but say.

"That's right, it's only been four or ten minutes since the exam, and he's just looking outside. Could it be that he can't even do the first big question?"

"I think highly of him. I bet he can get half of the questions wrong."

"What are you doing around here?"

Chen Kaiqiang heard the movement, walked over and reprimanded him.Seeing him coming, a group of good students could only shut up and leave obediently.

As soon as Chen Kaiqiang entered the class, he saw the figure by the window and couldn't help frowning.

He walked to Song Zhulan's side and picked up the first paper.

It's fine if you don't come to school for a semester, but now when you go back to school, you don't even have a correct attitude for the exam!

Let him see how many points this student can take in the test.