In the model exam, the first subject is naturally the Chinese subject.
Lu Fei had noticed the subtlety of the atmosphere since he was waiting for the exam. The students in the corridor, Ruoyouruowu, had their eyes on him, which was strangely complex.
Even after entering the examination room, before the exam started, there were still people staring at me. They didn't stop until the bell rang and papers were handed out.
In the quiet classroom, the sounds of swishing pens, the clattering sounds of scrolling, and the clatter of failed pen-turning were all intermingled.
After completing the selection, judgment, and fill-in-the-blank questions, as for reading comprehension, as long as you fill in the questions, you will get a better score. Even if you really can't understand, you can just use a snake oil formula. Now that there are not too many education and training institutions, you still have to get this score. set.
The most fearful thing is not to play according to the routine, and there will be a "strange light in the fish's eyes", which will directly blind you. Even the author can't understand it. Zhou Shuren is really a book writer. He understands the profound meaning of Lu Xun, the hammer. !
emm, there are two trees in front of my house, one is a jujube tree, the other is also a jujube tree...
I wrote like crazy until I got to the last big essay question, but I was not interested because I already knew the proposition of the college entrance examination essay, so I typed up the manuscript in advance, and even asked Xie Ying, my old classmate, to revise it. She was once a member of the marking team.
Of course, he mixed this part into a bunch of compositions, so that others would think that he was just ill and seek medical treatment in a hurry, making random topics.
"ha."
Lu Fei waved his hand and looked over the entire test paper to make sure that there was not a single punctuation mark missing. After doing all this, there was still half an hour left, so he packed up his things decisively.
These days, mobile phones are still a rare thing, and there is no "Internet+" for cheating in the exam room, so you can hand in your papers in advance.
Handing in the paper so soon?
The other candidates were surprised, but also envious and jealous. After passing the art exam, they were still good at the cultural courses of the college entrance examination!
Lu Fei left the scene calmly, ordered takeout as he had arranged with Han Yu, and then came to the school gate to wait, but the phone kept ringing.
Xu Lei said: "When should we set the book signing event for "The Legend of Wukong" at Beijing University? The end of March or the beginning of April?"
"At the end of March." Lu Fei said, "How are the publicity arrangements going?"
"It has been linked online and offline. There will be a reading club before the book signing. You, the 'Supreme Treasure', will meet up with Jin He in 'Westward Journey'."
Xu Lei reminded: "You have to stir up the atmosphere and prepare the manuscript."
"I'm good at this. Where are the offline agents of "Jay"? What do you think of Beijing University?" Lu Fei asked.
"Of course they have strong opinions. They feel that there is no market for such songs with unclear pronunciation. They are only willing to accept orders for cassette and compact disc production."
“You don’t even need a big cake delivered to your door.”
Lu Fei crossed out Beijing University Audio and Video Publishing House in his mind, and other options include Haidie, Taihe, Wheatfield... Xiying Audio and Video Publishing House...
In short, if you want to distribute it in China, you must get a version number.
After pondering for a moment, the takeaway was delivered. He carried the bag and walked straight to the small park, grabbing the secluded pavilion first.
On the playground not far away, a group of junior high school students who were taking physical education classes were free to move around. The boys played basketball three-on-three in a passionate confrontation, while the girls teamed up in twos and threes, skipping ropes and stepping on the grid.
"Mimi, look, look, it's that senior!"
The girl with the ponytail pointed her finger. Yang Mi looked up, her eyes instantly brightened, and she corrected, "It's Lu Fei, Senior Lu."
"Yes, yes, Lu Fei, the one who is always broadcast on the radio, the one who got the first place in both China National Theater and Nortel, is really amazing."
"It goes without saying that the media have come to interview him."
"..."
With chattering in her ears, Yang Mi was suddenly touched by her ponytailed classmate and said, "Mimi, aren't you worried about sending photos? Why don't you ask your senior?"
She couldn't help but hesitated, "The senior seems to be waiting for someone. It's not good for me to come and disturb him like this."
"Hey, this is still our 'little awesome'. Mimi, are you afraid of being alone?" The ponytailed man encouraged, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
As soon as Yang Mi was provoked, the Yanjing girl's good-natured temper immediately exploded, saying that she could do anything, but she could not be called a coward.
She yanked the zipper of her school uniform and stepped forward alone. But when she actually got there, she vaguely heard him talking about the script. He sounded very high-ranking, and she was immediately in a dilemma.
"Editor Li, I would like to find some of your company's print models to shoot advertisements, yes, Gao Yuanyuan..."
Lu Fei noticed the little fox early, deliberately turned a blind eye, and ignored him even after hanging up the phone.
Yang Mi said hello bravely, "Senior, do you still know me?"
"I don't know, who are you?" Lu Fei said.
"..."
Yang Mi was speechless for a moment, her eyes turning rapidly, "It's me, it's me, the school girl you rescued in the alley, Yang Mi from Class 2 (3), I wanted to thank you that day, but you had already left... "
"I'm impressed. I accept your thanks. Is there anything else?"
Lu Fei's cold tone made Yang Mi feel awe and fear. She hesitated and said that she wanted to send her photos to "Ruili" magazine to apply for a graphic model.
"Ruili"?
Lu Fei raised his eyebrows. He had worked part-time in his previous life. Although he was not as qualified as the four top fashion magazines, he was well-known at home and abroad.
In this era, the Internet was not that developed. Fashion, beauty, and clothing trends came from paper magazines. Being able to appear in this magazine was also a dream pursued by domestic girls at that time.
Yang Tianbao and Zhu Zhu are both contracted models, and this time Qilixiang is working with her.
After all, Gao Yuanyuan is also a "Ruili girl".
Yang Mi looked expectantly, "Senior, do you think I can choose?"
Lu Fei said: "Take off your school uniform."
Yang Mi was startled, clutching her collar with both hands, and suddenly became wary, "You, what are you going to do?"
"I can't stand a girl with a square face like you." Lu Fei crossed his legs and said, "Models pay attention to a face and figure. Let me take a look at your figure."
Yang Mi pouted and took off her school uniform in aggrieved manner. She was wearing a pink woolen sweater on her upper body. She held back her shame and held her head high.
Is there anything good to look at? A piece of A4 paper.
Lu Fei took a few glances and realized that she looked like Xiao Dongxie in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". She had a pretty innocent face, which was more than enough for her to be chosen.
He pretended to be thoughtful, "Turn around and let me take a look."
Yang Mi was stiff all over, but she took off her school uniform and endured it, turning 360 degrees in a circle under his gaze, showing off her figure.
After that, Lu Fei was like the weird man who kidnapped the lollipop from the little lolita, and with a few words, he made Yang Mi lower her bottom line little by little.
After all, he is a third-level photographer. He is a professional in two-dimensional photography. If he had a camera now, he might be able to take a set of portraits for Yang Mi. The level would definitely be no less than that of Teacher Chen.
"The sense of size and lens are pretty good, and it's fun." Lu Fei was just having fun, but he also taught some real things. "When you go to the interview, just do what I tell you."
"Really, am I really in trouble?!" Yang Mi was surprised and confused.
"Do you have any photos with you? Pick two for me. I happen to have friends I know in Ruili." Lu Fei secretly planned in his heart.
"Yes, yes!"
Yang Mi had no doubts about him. There was no loss in giving two photos anyway. Besides, Lu Fei was such a famous student of No. 14 Middle School. If he was shameless, wouldn't he be shameless?
She said excitedly: "Senior, in the future, like you, I will also go to an art school, China National Theater, and Nortel. Which one are you going to go to, senior?"
"Made in the show." Lu Fei said.
"Like my seniors, I passed the drama test." Yang Mi clenched her fists, her desire to win and ambition written all over her face.
Lu Fei touched his chin, what, do you want to form a double humiliation with Tang Yan?
…………
Jingle bell, the bell rang, spreading throughout the campus.
"Thank you, Senior Lu!"
Yang Mi waved and left, jumping up and down, and happened to bump into Han Yu who was running to eat, and the two passed by.
"Hey, your face looked so evil just now." Han Yu complained.
"Evil?"
The corners of Lu Fei's mouth turned up. He just had an interesting idea——
Yang Mi really got into the Chinese drama, so she was given to Chang Li for training. She was not allowed to take on roles from her freshman year to her junior year. This was also for her own good, Jie Jie Jie~
"Zizi, you're even more evil than before."
Han Yu roughly opened his chopsticks and said, "A Fei, she is just a child. You are really punishing her. Her little life is getting more and more punishing."
"What are you thinking about? I have a girlfriend, okay?"
Lu Fei unpacked the lunch box and said, "Even if it doesn't exist, I wouldn't like a Chai girl like her."
"Where is the firewood! Where is the firewood!!"
Yang Mi came home from school, threw down her schoolbag, took off the burden on her body, stood in front of the mirror of the wardrobe regardless of the cold, and subconsciously struck a model pose that was engraved in her DNA.
"Where is my face? It's too square!!"
He was chattering endlessly, looking at Lu Fei resentfully.
After a while, Yang's mother shouted outside the house: "Mimi, your phone number is from some magazine."
Yang Mi was pleasantly surprised and immediately thought of "Ruili", but her photos haven't been mailed out yet?
For a moment, Lu Fei's face appeared in his mind. It was him, it must be him. Apart from him, I couldn't think of anyone else. The resentment towards him disappeared in the blink of an eye.
