[Holographic Entertainment Circle] Riding a donkey meets deep snow

Half of the word "Qing" that has been troubling the minds of netizens finally had an answer at the end of July.

Fu Chengxue left the set halfway and took part in the self-enrollment examination of Qingyang Private Academy.

Chingyang Private College is a small, middle and high school joint school specially established for the children of the upper class. Primary schools and universities do not accept transfers. The only two symbolic self-enrollment quotas are in junior high schools and high schools. The upstart children squeezed their heads.Even so, there are only a handful of people who are actually recruited.

If you are a civilian, the school enrollment rate can be called a devil's zero point.

Of course, not many commoners with brain twitches came to this top aristocratic school to find their inferiority complex.

The location of the school is the beautiful suburb of Beijing, and a mountain top has been built with a lot of money. There are only a few school buses to and fro, and they are not in operation during the holidays.

Before getting out of the car, Fu Chengxue put on a disguise, her hat and big-rimmed glasses were as messy as a head that had just woken up.After the high school entrance examination, it was no longer necessary to pretend to be exposed, but in order to avoid onlookers and affect the entrance and exit, I still chose to play ugly.

Enrollment exams only need to be registered, no registration is required, Ching Yang has different review standards from others.

According to this year's data, classrooms of more than 20 classes are open for recruitment, which is estimated to be more than the number of students who are in school for a lifetime.Fu Chengxue walked into a classroom that could hold forty candidates. The atmosphere in the room was tense and solemn, comparable to the college entrance examination. It was obviously more than ten minutes before the start of the exam, but there was not even a single person to whisper to each other.

Fu Chengxue took out the registration slip, on which there were seat numbers arranged randomly.

Fu Chengxue sat down, put the inspected stationery on the table, looked at the time, took out a pack of chocolates to replenish energy, and just tore a hole, half of the eyes were greeted, wanting to pack the torn Zila The sound was still too harsh to the ears of these nervous candidates.The other half who didn't turn their heads were all listening to music with earrings and hairpins.

Ignoring the gazes around her, Fu Chengxue calmly continued to tear until she swallowed the chocolate into her mouth.

After eating and having nothing to do, he took out his pencil again and flipped it between his fingers boringly.

The green and black 2b pencil is moving quickly between the slender fingers, with a wanton and chic posture.

Sitting at the desk and being pulled to replace the understaffed invigilator, Du Siyuan, a certain excellent high school student, was attracted by this boy who was full of disobedience.Obviously dressed in a rustic manner, but approached the door with casual steps, with a graceful gait, like a swan that deliberately painted itself black.

He looked younger than everyone present, but he was calm and composed contrary to his age.

The body shape is even familiar, as if you have seen it somewhere?

The rushing aura made everyone silent, not daring to complain.Otherwise, just because of his act of eating chocolate in public, his plain clothes and poor family background, how could it be so easy for those guys who usually think they are self-righteous and ignorant of their heights to swallow their anger.

After the exam papers were distributed, Fu Chengxue looked through them first.

There are four papers in total, and the test time is 120 minutes. There are questions for each subject. The only thing that is fortunate is that there are no composition questions.

Fu Chengxue has the habit of previewing the textbooks of senior grades in advance, and it is easy to see the test points for the first and second grades in the middle school, and even after answering the questions with high scores at the Mathematical Olympiad level, she finally understands why there are so many people who take the exam every year, but the number of admissions is very few, or even several. There are zero admissions.

In fact, Qing Yang didn't want to allow people to pass, did he?

Just choosing to fill in the blanks will result in a bunch of failed students, not to mention the possibility of admission only with good grades in all subjects and other assessments.

It seems that the test scores are also included in the grade rankings, which are linked to the class assignment... Let a bunch of junior high school students who are doing high school questions compete with a bunch of junior high school students who are doing junior high school questions... This unfair admission criterion makes the only few Those who passed the informant were not divided into the top three elite classes.

From this, we can really understand how xenophobic Ching Yang is?

Think about the few people who passed in previous years, all of them were relatives of the wealthy and upstarts who later flourished.

During the invigilation, Du Siyuan pretended to walk around Fu Chengxue's desk casually, but saw that the personal information on the paper hadn't been filled in, so he could only leave in dismay.

Fu Chengxue took seven to 10 minutes to answer the complete paper, and finally filled in the personal information on the left side of the paper:

Name: Fu Chengxue.

Graduate school: Yunshi Tieyi Middle School.

Graduation score: 596 points.

Father: Unknown.

Mother: Mourning.

All of this information is used to investigate identity information. After the grades are up to standard, students with good family backgrounds will be selected first.Tear off the outermost adhesive strip and cover the private information facing the folded line. This is to ensure that some parents use certain methods to disrupt the order of the assessment, so even the sealed information is all operated by the students themselves.

Fu Chengxue applied to leave early.

When Du Siyuan picked up Fu Chengxue's examination paper, he was also familiar with those fonts.

...Where does it look like?

Du Siyuan, who is Wang Minghai's cousin, didn't realize it until after the results came out!

Fu Chengxue stepped out of the examination room, and the tall, long-legged mixed-race boy got out of the car and stood upright under the shade of a tree next to him to enjoy the shade, with a straight nose and sharp eyes, washed away by the midsummer sunshine between the leaves. In the cold air, his handsome and self-sufficient appearance attracted a lot of attention.

Even in casual clothes, he looks like a low-key aristocrat who has just stepped off from a ball, with all the reflective luxury cars behind him as a foil.

"Why don't you wait in the car?"

Fu Chengxue asked casually, but Gong Qi was not interested in answering his words. Seeing Fu Chengxue walking in gradually, he got into the car again.

In the afternoon of the same day, a certain teacher's office.

Coolie Du Siyuan, who was called to verify his identity card information, had just entered the office when he heard an exclamation from the team leader.

"Could it be that there are talents who have passed all subjects this time?" Du Siyuan approached and asked.

"Not only!"

The head of the class kept rubbing his eyes as if he couldn't believe it, looked at the paper up close and far away, and even wanted to go to the drawer to take out the glasses with only 100 degrees to pretend to be a picture. Du Siyuan reached out to grab the paper and grew up in surprise Mouth... unexpectedly, full marks?

How could such an over-the-top question get full marks?

"Did you make a mistake? Or did you give the wrong junior high school paper to the candidate?"

Du Siyuan was about to dig out the standard answers for re-approval, when the team leader pointed to the information column that had been glued on by accident.

"Look at the name?"

Du Siyuan tore open the window suspiciously, his jaw dropped from the window, "Fu Chengxue, Tieyizhong... oh my god! The champion in the high school entrance examination, the leader of the black net came to let us clear it?!"

Du Siyuan scanned the paper information and grades in an instant and sent them to Qingyang's campus group.

Spy dive students are crazy!

[Who said Mary Sue stood up and masturbated]: Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck! (╯￣Д￣)╯┴─┴My master! ! !

[Little Raindrop]: Oh my god my god!The leader actually came Qingyang? !The annual gift package, I woke up laughing in the afternoon nap!

[I'm Cao Junzi how charming]: I just said how magpies are flying today, so it's a surprise here! !

[I want to destroy the world]: I really want to start school tomorrow, let me sleep through the summer vacation... The days of waiting to be classmates with the goddess are so tormenting!

[Witty Emperor Chirp]: I think, should Yuan Yuan come out and explain... Why did Mao take the exam in the morning and only post the advertisement in the afternoon? !

[Ning Chi Zhiyuan]: ... I also want to know, why when I was wandering around the various exam classes, I didn't notice that among the bunch of little kids, which one is your magnificent leader?

[Witty Emperor Chirp]: So, what about our... the leader's ugly skills?Reappeared?

[Xiao Yudidi]: ...how about I go and drag the little lotus altar master in for interrogation? （＾u＾）ノ～yo

[Witty Emperor Chirp]: Yes, he knows the essence of seeing the essence through phenomena!

【Hemingway】: Damn!You blatantly dominate the group without talking about it, and you want to draw outsiders into the group, are you sick? ! !

[I am a gentleman Cao]: Class enemies appear!

[Little Raindrops]: ...Hold your forehead...Far away, quickly pull your cousin away!Why did you just let it out and bite people everywhere? !

[Who said Mary Su stood up and licked]: Wang Wang, it's not my race, we feel sad for you if you don't understand human language... Your so-called outsider's father donated [-] books to the library before the summer vacation Called in, okay? !

After the newcomers entered the group, Du Siyuan explained the ordinary process, and Qin Jun came to a conclusion:

[Wake up by myself every day]: ...that is our leader.

That young man with boundless aura and boundless ugliness.

[Little Raindrops]: Come, come, come... Far away, let's talk!

[Witty Emperor Chirp]: I think it's time for the Du family to show their performance as one of the school directors!

[Ning Chi Zhiyuan]: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!Who knows that social reputation can be counted in the background of wealth?There was no case of star admission before (╯‵ ′)╯┴─┴!His personal information was returned to his father and his mother was unknown... the most important point!You forgot... I am not his fan (╯￣Д￣)╯┴─┴!

[I want to destroy the world]: But your childhood friend, your classmate, your roommate—almost all of your friends, unfortunately, are fans of the leader!

[Ning Chi Zhiyuan]: But my cousin, my aunt, and my father, it's also a coincidence that he has been black all his life, easy to cut?

[Witty Emperor Chirp]: ...At this time, we have to forget about the inevitable disharmony in our lives, seek common ground while reserving differences, and strive to align with the beautiful.

[Ning Chi Zhiyuan]: Then you also forget about the disharmonious me, let's go to be beautiful alone... run away!

When Fu Chengxue returned to the Forbidden City, the first two episodes had already been edited.

Qu Chengguang and Gu Mo Li Jian were watching the movie. When he returned to the crew, it had been on the air for a while. He went into the room to report to the director, and looked up to find that his scene was being played.

——Three months before Yinreng accompanied his father on a tour outside the Great Wall, a day in the study in May.

The young man stood behind the desk, rolled up his sleeves and raised his pen to compose poems. Lifting, pausing, pressing, and frustrating, light peaks and thick ink, stippling, painting, flattening, and smearing, it is rich and refreshing.With a wave of his sleeves, his strength of character is fully displayed, and his hand is handsome and elegant.

The body is as tall and straight as a pine, the eyelashes are slightly lowered, and the audience is fascinated by the serious look, and the mental power is rippling in the screen like water waves, without traces.

Fu Chengxue moved a bench to find an open space to sit down, and it was right next to Li Jian. Li Jian who turned his head gave him a glaring look, "Know how to be handsome!"

Gu Mo turned around and asked him with a smile, "Chengxue, have you ever been in elementary school? Then you can become a calligrapher and sell calligraphy without worrying about food and clothing."

"Learned a little fur."

After Fu Chengxue finished speaking modestly, she then turned her attention back to the camera.

Emperor Kangxi came from behind Yinfeng.

"Baocheng is addicted to poetry?!"

The young man was just picking up his pen and ink, looking back and smiling at his father, he was really gentle and personable.

The emperor's eyes moved slightly, and he poked his head to look at it. It was the first "Liu Hua". The Qing prince explained: "I see the durian flowers like fire, and I feel emotional for a while."

[Shanglin blooms through shallow and deep bushes, in the forbidden courtyard in the early Ming Dynasty. 】

[The new leaves of the emerald weeping vine are green, and the coral pen reflects the bonus. 】

[The painting screen is heavy with rain, and the Danxian steamed sand melts. 】

[Duhe Chemical welcomes the rhythm and warmth, and the annual fragrance is the south wind. 】

Taking poetry as a guide, Yinfeng seems to be already worried at this time, but Xuan Ye didn't realize that, in his heart, Baocheng is the most beautiful at this time.The lectures in the Hall of Supreme Harmony were all in the limelight, and it’s no wonder that when people mention the prince, they all praise him as “excellent.” Even the most strict prime minister of Dali Temple had to say: wise and humble.

"When Baocheng was born, it was the season when pomegranates were like fire. It was a young man's thought...there were few pomegranates in the palace, and I wrote a song about it when I saw it. Baocheng would like to hear it. ?”

"Forget it." Prince Qing glanced coquettishly and shook his head, "When I was ten years old, you sent me a book for the first time on your southern tour. What did you write about?" I came to Jiangdong yesterday, and the distance is three thousand miles away. Beiyun, I can't stop thinking about it.' Tsk tsk, that literary talent is really amazing!"

The emperor just smiled indulgently, "In this world, only you dare to bury me like this!"

Prince Qing took the calligraphy to dry, and said casually: "If the son and minister don't say anything, who else in this world would dare to say it... Father really wants to be a 'widow'?"

At that time, the flowers are beautiful and the moon is full, and the father is kind and the son is filial.

The erudite, magnanimous and elegant Qing prince Yinfeng, whom missionaries speak of, has not yet been labeled viciously as "arrogance and lust" and "tyrannical patricide" by his beloved emperor.It has not yet reached the embarrassment of "the father on the top has a deep desire for imperial power, and the brothers on the bottom are like wolves and tigers, and the parties in the court are constantly in dispute." Teenagers, with a little bit of thick ink and two little sorrows, are the most blooming flowers. Gorgeous season.