The benefactor is always forcing me to study

Wen Qiang kept his word, and the next day, Secretary Yu knocked on Cen Zhi's door with a box of books in his hand.

Cen Zhi looked at the textbooks, materials, and papers in the box, and fell into a deep silence.

Secretary Yu was also very silent. The two of them faced the box in silence for a while, and then Secretary Yu said coldly, "If you are missing something, you can call me." Then Secretary Yu gave him a number, which should be private, "New You don’t need to buy the simulated questions and the like, I will send them to you regularly, so you can concentrate on preparing for the exam.”

Cen Zhi: "..." Cen Zhi said quietly, "I don't think I'm in an entertainment company, but in a training class for the high school entrance examination, and I'm still the devil type."

Secretary Yu thought to himself, who isn't.

Secretary Yu took out another business card to Cen Zhi, on which Wen Qiang's name and position were written, and his contact information was below, and under the printed version of the phone, a handwritten phone number was attached.

Secretary Yu said: "Boss Wen said that if you have a question you don't know, you can call him and he will teach you."

Cen Zhi: "..." In Cen Zhi's mind, the enrollment poster of the training class for the senior high school entrance examination appeared, with the slogan written in capitals: "The devil-like training sprint class for the senior high school entrance examination, one-on-one lectures, and if you pass the test, you will be given "Whose Youth Is Not Wonderful" If you don't pass the exam, you're finished!"

Cen Zhi thought to himself, why should I take the senior high school entrance examination again because of a male third grader? !

Secretary Yu looked at Cen Zhi's unpredictable expression and added: "Mr. Wen said that every weekend you will be asked to go to the office to simulate the exam, and the next work will be arranged according to the results of the mock exam. During this period, Zhu Xian will first take other Artist, you are directly in charge of Mr. Wen."

Cen Zhi's face was livid, and after a while, he looked at Yu Ming with a half-smile, and gritted his teeth: "Please help me tell Mr. Wen a word."

Secretary Yu looked at him.

Cen Zhi said loudly: "Forget it, you, ruthless!"

Secretary Yu: "..." You are also quite ruthless.

Secretary Yu arranged the instructions according to Mr. Wen's request and then left. Cen Zhi was the only one left in the small single-person apartment. Cen Zhi was at war with heaven and man in his heart. He pointed at the box with a fork and said, "What do you mean by Wen Qiang?" Ah! This is clearly an insult to the academic qualifications of Harvard Business School graduates! Don’t read it! Don’t take the test!”

The other took the script of youth and said: "Then do you still want the male third?"

Use a fork to cross the script: "It's just a male third! It's not the male lead!"

Cen Zhi shook his head and threw the little man out. He squatted in front of the box, and Secretary Yu organized the books neatly. On the top was a booklet, which read "Chongyu Private High School "Overview", which is an introduction to Chongyu, from the learning environment to the strength of the teachers to the teaching achievements over the years, summed up in one sentence, two words - awesome.

Of course, for such an awesome school, the entrance examination will definitely not be too simple. The brochure introduced that Chongyu’s recruitment is self-made, and there are ten subjects to be tested. The full score is 700. This year’s enrollment The minimum score line is 567-higher than the admission line of key high schools.

Cen Zhi: "..."

Cen Zhi let out a long sigh, fell to the floor and looked at the ceiling.

It's not that he hasn't passed the high school entrance examination. This summer, he took the high school entrance examination in another city. At that time, he was already a famous artist. During the intensive training, he took three days off and went back to take the examination for two days. Hurrying back, he didn't tell anyone about it, because he knew that high school told him that it was another impossible path, so he didn't even check his grades.

Now Cen Zhi doesn't want to check, because the region is different, the content of the test is different, and the scores are different... No, you should check it, even if the test is different, at least you can use the score to see how you are.

So he got up from the ground, took out the laptop from the bedroom—given to him by Zhu Xian—and searched for the test subnet. He changed to his test city, clicked on the result query page, and...

Cen Zhi looked at the words "exam admission number" and fell into another round of silence.

"Ah." Cen Zhi leaned on the sofa, the living room was very quiet, the sunlight came in from the window, he looked at the dust floating in the light, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Is it because he hasn’t stepped into the entertainment industry yet? When he was an ordinary 15-year-old boy, he was still in the middle school entrance examination school. He walked out of the examination room under the scorching sun in the afternoon. They ran out to act like a spoiled child to their parents, but he was alone and ran a long way to get a taxi and rush to the station.

The boy's clear eyes became misty layer by layer, like the mist that suddenly filled the mountains in the early morning. His eyelids slowly lowered, and the crow's feather-thin eyelashes cast small shadows, completely covering the boy's turbulent emotions.