I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

start?This is where it starts?

Most of the candidates were still in a daze, standing in place in a daze.

Chen Ling looked at their confused expressions from the opposite side, and frowned slightly - she set the question in such a way that the test was the students' ability to adapt.

A good actor must be flexible in thinking.A deduction that is not restricted by rules and regulations can go far.

Five or six seconds passed, and the examinee on the opposite side was still standing there. Chen Ling was a little disappointed, and was thinking about whether to say something more, when weak applause suddenly came from the crowd.

Chen Ling cheered up, and followed the voice to look over——

After the boy clapped his hands blankly, he put down his hands and looked forward.

Just the movement of raising his eyes gave Chen Ling a sense of the picture: the boy's eyes were numb, like a marionette without a soul, forced to sit in the auditorium to watch the performance.

The clean performance, the eyes full of drama, Chen Ling secretly marveled.

Shocked by Nan Yirong's acting skills, there were other candidates. They stared blankly at him for a long time, and then came back to their senses when reminded by Chen Ling's cough, and began to perform according to their inner thoughts.

Some clapped their hands and shed tears silently, some ate snacks with a click, and some flirted with friends next door...

Finally "lived", Chen Ling let out a sigh of relief, and made a look at the colleague next to her, which meant that she could start scoring.

While staring closely at the crowd, Chen Ling was writing and drawing on each candidate's information card. She stopped when she turned to Nan Yirong's information card.

The boy’s scores in the first and second exams were very high. She took the internal materials, and there were comments from the examiner under the scores: "A natural born actor seedling", "If the third test is screened out, it will definitely be a loss for Nortel. Please ask the examiner for the third test." Score carefully", "From him, I have a glimpse of the hope of revitalizing the Chinese film industry."

such a high rating...

Chen Ling smiled, raised her head and looked towards Nan Yirong again.

The boy's eyes are still looking at the stage, but now the numbness in his eyes is gone, and there is an added layer of chilling malice. He picks up the phone from time to time to look at the time on it, and his mouth keeps opening and closing, as if he is talking about something. Count down regularly.

When the countdown was coming to an end, his eyes suddenly burst into intense joy. He lowered his head and slowly poked his hands into his clothes, as if he was about to take out something, but he stopped in the next second.

His eyes fell on the stage ahead, and he saw the image that made him stop.

As time passed, his expression gradually distorted, his eyes were first moved and then vicious... he struggled repeatedly.

Finally, he lowered his eyes, slowly let go of the hand that was in his clothes, leaned his head back against the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.

This meant that the performance was over, and Chen Ling felt a sense of dislocation for a moment, as if she was not grading candidates, but watching a wonderful movie in a cinema.

After the dazzle, it was an unstoppable amazement.

Chen Ling lowered her head, took out the boy's data card, wrote down the score in the score column, and left a message in the comment column: future superstar.

The nearly one-month school exam was finally over, and Nan Yirong walked out of the exam room with a sigh of relief.

The results of the school examination will come out in mid-to-late April, and then I will go all out for cultural courses.

After leaving the school gate, the Nan couple was already waiting on the side of the road in their car. Nan Yirong got into the car, and after answering Gu Sijuan's question, he turned on his phone and sent Ran Yuanxing a WeChat message.

During the month of his exam, Ran Yuanxing was afraid of disturbing him, so the two basically had no contact.

Thinking of Ran Yuanxing, Nan Yirong unconsciously had a smile on his face. He tapped his fingers on the screen, waiting for Ran Yuanxing's reply. Today is Sunday, and Ran Yuanxing should be free to look at his phone.

Ten minutes later, there was still only the 〖test finished〗 message he sent in the chat box.

Nan Yirong frowned, and sent another message: [What are you doing]

After half an hour this time, there was still no movement from Ran Yuanxing.

Unless something happened, Ran Yuanxing would reply to his messages in seconds.

An ominous premonition flashed through Nan Yirong's mind. He turned to Zhang Ming's profile picture, edited the text and sent it:

【Is Ran Yuanxing with you?What about others?Why don't you reply to the message? 】

After 5 minutes, Zhang Ming replied: [Not here, I don’t know where he went]

【Okay, thank you. 】

Nan Yirong went to Goldman Sachs and Li Cheng again, and got the same statement.

strangeness……

Nan Yirong suppressed the doubts in his heart, and asked the classmates who had fun with Ran Yuanxing, and they all said that they didn't know where Ran Yuanxing had gone.

Looking through the address book, no one knew where Ran Yuanxing had gone.

Nan Yirong was a little uneasy, he thought for a long time and sent Peng Shuai a message: [Teacher, I have something to do with Ran Yuanxing, do you know where he is? 】

Peng Shuai replied quickly, but he didn't directly answer his question: [Is the exam over?How are you doing? 】

[Well, it's okay. 】 Nan Yirong responded patiently.

Peng Shuai asked around, and finally got back to the topic: [Ran Yuanxing hasn't come to school for a while. 】

Nan Yirong was taken aback.

Peng Shuai continued: [Well, his grandma was found to have terminal cancer, and he has been staying with his grandma in the hospital recently. 】

Nan Yirong froze completely.

After a long time, he closed the chat box with Peng Shuai with trembling hands, raised his head with a pale face, and said to Nan Rongchang and Gu Sijuan in the front seat: "Mom and Dad, I want to go back to Dongcheng right now."

The sound of hurried footsteps and mournful cries rang in his ears, and Ran Yuanxing gave a jolt and was suddenly awakened.

He raised his head from the hospital bed, and the old lady wearing a breathing mask in front of him was still sleeping.

Ran Yuanxing breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at the electrocardiogram machine next to the bed. The heart rate, blood pressure and respiratory rate were still the same, neither getting worse nor getting better.

Ran Yuanxing lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and wiped his face.

He put down his hand, picked up the phone next to him to check the time, when his finger touched the screen, countless unread messages were displayed on it.

Ran Yuanxing clicked in, and the latest one was from Zhang Ming: [Brother, what are you doing, why don't you reply to your partner's WeChat, he asked the whole class, we probably can't hide it]

Ran Yuanxing was taken aback, and quickly found Nan Yirong's message. The last message in the chat box was displayed 2 hours ago.

Ran Yuanxing hurriedly edited the message and replied: [I just fell asleep and didn't look at my phone, did you finish the exam?How are you doing? 】

After typing this line, he didn't feel very good, so he deleted it and re-edited: [I'm going to be a second model soon, the teacher is crazy, and arranged a bunch of test papers. Asleep, just woke up.You just finished the exam, so don't rush to come back, stay in Beijing for two more days, and relax with your uncles and aunts. 】

Facing the news, Ran Yuanxing revised it repeatedly until the tone was very natural before pressing the send button.

Then he hugged the phone, staring at Nan Yirong for a reply.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement from Nan Yirong, and Ran Yuanxing was a little thirsty.

He put down his phone, moved his numb legs, turned around and saw Nan Yirong pushing the door in.