Xiao Shuxia originally wanted to stay and accompany Yang Jingxing in the exam, but her son and husband objected, so she went home with Yang Chengyi on the morning of the 12th.

I haven’t seen each other for a whole winter vacation, and I miss my classmates a little. They are all chatting in the classroom. The girls can take this time to show off their bodies, while the boys are fighting around.

During evening self-study, as usual, they had to change their desk mates and adjust their seats. Tao Meng and Yang Jingxing did not make any move, nor did they ask each other for their opinions. The class teacher still had to lecture, and then with difficulty he posted a picture at the back of the classroom under the silent gaze of the whole class.

There are two big characters on it: "Fighting" and a countdown to the college entrance examination.

After doing this, Teacher Jiang still has something to say: "Everyone knows that Yang Jingxing will go to the Conservatory of Music to take his professional examination in two days. Last semester, his efforts were obvious to all. Hard work will definitely pay off, and his professional courses

I started from scratch and achieved very good results. Not only did I not lag behind in cultural classes, I also made great progress. My classmates, I suggest that we all go to listen to classmate Yang Jingxing play a piano piece tonight, share his gains, and also give

Come on, okay?"

Of course, the classmates agreed, so a group of people went to the piano room. In fact, the class teacher wanted to use this method to warm up Yang Jingxing so that he would not be nervous during the exam, although Hu Yiqing suspected that Yang Jingxing did not understand what nervousness was.

The classmates stood around the piano. Yang Jingxing sat down and said, "Thank you everyone. I will play the third movement of Beethoven's "Pathétique Sonata". I think this piece is full of power and confidence, just like the classmates in our class."

." Look, after sitting with the monitor for a semester, I was assimilated.

C minor, beat 44, Allegro. The whole song has more than 200 bars. Yang Jingxing played it very seriously and very well. After five minutes, Teacher Jiang took the lead in applauding, and the students followed enthusiastically.

Seeing that the response was good, Teacher Jiang said to continue tomorrow night, and the night after tomorrow, until Yang Jingxing takes the exam on the 16th.

Then the students and the teacher went back to the classroom, leaving Yang Jingxing alone to play the music prepared for the exam and check the exam materials just in case.

Hu Yiqing also came and told Yang Jingxing to take a good rest these two days. Hu Yiqing also told Yang Jingxing that he was the material for his teaching thesis last semester.

On Monday, many students went into the classroom for self-study after six o'clock. They worked really hard. After observing for a day, Yang Jingxing actually still took the cultural class seriously, which was really puzzling.

Before class in the afternoon, Tao Meng asked Yang Jingxing: "Are your parents still in Puhai?"

"Go home."

"Aren't you going to take the exam with you?" Tao Meng was a little surprised.

Yang Jingxing was dissatisfied: "Do you think I still look like a child?"

"You played really well yesterday." Tao Meng praised her now, "Let's do it at seven o'clock tonight, I'll inform them."

Yang Jingxing was mean: "Actually, I think you only informed yourself."

Tao Meng is too lazy to be knowledgeable.

After school, Tao Meng walked quickly to the podium: "Everyone, wait a moment. After dinner, we will meet in the piano room at seven o'clock. That's it. Thank you."

Shao Lei shouted: "Can you not go and play ball?"

Tao Meng stopped and frowned: "No, this is a group activity."

It was said to be seven o'clock, but Ren Chuyu arrived at six-thirty, not a little later than Yang Jingxing, and several girls also arrived earlier. Tao Meng was more punctual and said, "I'll take the call."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Forget it."

Tao Meng gave up, feeling that he was taking it too seriously.

The third movement of Beethoven's "Appassionata Sonata" was played tonight. The students reluctantly liked it, but what Ren Chuyu wanted more was: "Let's play two songs."

Others expressed support. Tao Meng came up with an idea: "Just play "Slam Dunk"."

Well, Yang Jingxing played "Until the End of the World" again. After playing it, he discovered that the applause of the students before and yesterday were fake, and now it is real! Ren Chuyu clapped his hands so proudly, and even Jiang

Qingdu made two generous remarks.

The students were still interested, but Hu Yiqing quit: "Students, go study by yourself. Come back tomorrow night. Yang Jingxing has to prepare for the exam."

Tuesday, February 14th, Valentine's Day, the weather was sunny, and there was an undercurrent in the school. It seemed that something happened in the senior year of high school. During class, Yang Jingxing was texting, and Ren Chuyu suddenly came from the front to scare him: "Happy holidays!"

Yang Jingxing said with a sad face: "You are mocking me!"

Ren Chuyu smiled and asked: "Who should I send a text message to?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Brothers who are bachelors."

Ren Chuyu said: "I want to request a song."

Yang Jingxing said generously: "Just order it, as long as I can do it."

"The mark of rain, will it?"

"no problem."

After Ren Chuyu left with satisfaction, Tao Meng began to teach her a lesson: "The exam is about to take place, and you still need to ask for songs!"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's a festival."

Tao Meng asked: "You order a song for everyone!?"

Yang Jingxing was not afraid: "Okay, what do you want?"

Tao Meng became serious for a moment and thought for a moment: "Love story."

Yang Jing was embarrassed: "I can't, just sing it."

"No way! Forget it!" Tao Meng didn't want to be fooled.

At seven o'clock in the evening, we gathered in the piano room.

Yang Jingxing became more and more pretentious: "I will play two holiday songs today to pay tribute to all the students who were suppressed by the mountain of Shibatiao. I hope that next year at this time, everyone can send roses and hold roses on the ideal university campus."

The classmates booed, and Hu Yiqing also laughed. But as soon as Yang Jingxing started playing, the piano room immediately became quiet. He was really playing "Love Story". He has become more and more proficient in arranging music.

It's really a very romantic and sad song. I pity these young boys and girls in their youth, they are so damnable. Tao Meng made eye contact with Yang Jingxing and gave him a smile.

On the evening of the 15th, at Hu Yiqing's suggestion, Yang Jingxing played the exam repertoire he had prepared for the students, but no one liked it. Tomorrow, Yang Jingxing will go to the Conservatory of Music, and the students all cheered him up.

Just left.

At half past eight, Tao Meng came again and asked Yang Jingxing: "You will go directly there tomorrow morning, right?" In fact, tomorrow is the first day of registration, and the exam will not start until the 18th, but many people take it too seriously.

This was the arrangement for Yang Jingxing.

Tao Meng asked again: "Have you brought everything? Student ID card, ID card, photos."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Thank you, don't worry."

Tao Meng nodded, glanced at Hu Yiqing, and said to Yang Jingxing, "I wish you good luck in the exam."

Yang Jingxing was surprised: "Why do I feel a little nervous?"

Tao Meng blamed: "Why are you so nervous? You play so well, you show off your usual confidence."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Yes!"

"I'm leaving."

On Thursday morning, Yang Jingxing and Hu Yiqing arrived at the Conservatory of Music, received their forms, and signed up. There were so many people, and everyone’s expressions made the atmosphere quite tense.

Yang Jingxing received a text message from Yu Xinting: I wish you good luck in the exam.

Yang Jingxing replied: You too, have you signed up? I didn’t see you.

After not receiving a reply for a long time, Yang Jingxing called to ask, but no one answered for a long time. The second time he called was simply rejected. After waiting for half an hour, Yang Jingxing called again, but no one answered, so he

Just call Geng Xidong.

"...Her hand is injured." Geng Xidong held back this sentence for a long time.

Yang Jingxing couldn't even accompany Hu Yiqing to have lunch. He rushed to the small piano room and found five people comforting Yu Xinting. Yu Xinting's red and swollen eyes burst into tears again when she saw Yang Jingxing, and her lips trembled: "I'm sorry..."

Yang Jingxing squeezed in and couldn't help but take out Yu Xinting's right hand hidden behind her back. He found that the front part of her ring finger was wrapped in gauze and was thick.

Yang Jingxing asked: "Is the injury serious?"

A girl said as if she was in pain: "My nails are all black and swollen..."

Yang Jingxing asked: "Does it still hurt?"

Yu Xinting cried out: "I'm sorry...I will never be greedy again..." A lot of macadamia nuts and walnuts were thrown on the ground.

A boy came up with an idea: "If you take an anesthetic, maybe you can still play."

Yang Jingxing asked again: "When did you do it?"

Geng Xidong answered helpfully: "Last night."

Another boy said: "We didn't know until we saw she didn't go out in the morning."

"You haven't signed up yet? Go sign up quickly!" Yang Jingxing was also very anxious.

It’s already like this, why should I sign up? No one else said anything. Yu Xinting burst into tears.

Yang Jingxing held Yu Xinting's arm tightly and said forcefully: "No matter what, you must take the exam, no matter what!"

The girl said: "Yes, let's take the test."

Yu Xinting shook her head and shed tears.

Yang Jingxing tried his best to be gentle: "Where is your confidence! Does this mean your confidence is gone? All your hard work will be in vain!" As he spoke, he rummaged around in other people's rooms and found Yu Xinting's bag, and also found the bag that had been prepared.

She had to hang the application materials neatly on her shoulders and say loudly: "Stand up!"

Yu Xinting stood up and looked at Yang Jingxing with tears and fear.

I don't know who Yang Jingxing thinks of himself. It's like an order: "Let's go sign up now and we'll go with you."
To be continued...