In a small building near the Municipal Cultural Palace, Jiang Shan met the training school teacher who guided him in his previous life. It can be said that the turning point of his life trajectory in his previous life began here.

Wang Lianhua, who was standing beside her, was pulling the teacher in the training class to consult something, while Jiang Shan was wandering around the house.

The training class and Jiang Shan’s impression are quite different. The entire training school is not big, occupying half of the area of ​​this floor, with a total of six classes, focusing on the training of high school students.

Just as Jiang Shan was focusing on the training performance hanging on the wall, there was a noise from outside the door of a girl chirping. It turned out to be next door.

"We should start the trick next week, right?"

"Well, side flips, front flips, front axles and rear axles basic skills."

"No, I really can't overcome the psychological shadow of front somersaults." Hearing the explanation from my companion, the girl on the side immediately frowned.

After hearing their words, Jiang Shan realized that the dance art training school next door.

One of his girlfriends in the last life was learning Chinese dance, and that posture was really not something that ordinary people could handle.

When Jiang Shan came to his senses, the girls were gone. At the door of the training class next door, there were signs such as "director, dance, broadcasting, etc., as well as various signs of cooperation units of the communication universities and art colleges, which looked quite intimidating.

"Son, where have you been?"

Wang Lianhua walked around but didn't see her child, so she couldn't help but shout.

Hearing his mother calling him, Jiang Shan quickly responded, "Come here."

"Then we will leave our hill to you this morning, and we are still here to meet the teacher." Wang Lianhua hurriedly called Jiang Shan forward.

The teacher in the training class explained, "There are two sessions in total in the trial class, and the progress will follow the progress of the class."

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Before leaving, Wang Lianhua stuffed Jiang Shan twenty yuan and didn't say anything like "study hard". "After class in the morning, go buy some whatever you want. Today, your dad and I can't come back. If you go to play with classmates in the afternoon, remember to come back early. Do you have the keys at home with you?"

Jiang Shan patted his butt and nodded.

Again, facing the table full of test papers and reference materials, Jiang Shan was still shocked even though he was mentally prepared.

Humans are a very strange animal. After the pain they have experienced, they only remember the sunshine and beauty at that time, which was the case in high school.

After the college entrance examination, I looked back and saw that only my youth was left in high school. The painful memories under the heavy pressure of the test papers were left behind.

Later generations once said that when a netizen talked about the nightmare he had had, the most terrifying nightmare was not a ghost or a monster, but a empty head back to the college entrance examination site. I guess no one wants to try that scary feeling again.

Jiang Shan was very "lucky" to return to this period, and there was nothing good, only endless pain left.

After the tormented trial class, Jiang Shan did not dare to stay for too long, for fear of being guilty of the expectation of the training teacher in his previous life.

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When he arrived in the corridor, Jiang Shan had time to lean against the wall and thought, and was about to take a cigarette when he found that there was only money and keys in his pocket.

Smoking was a habit he developed when he thought about problems in later generations. Now he is a good student, naturally he has no smoking on himself. But that’s fine. In his previous life, he said that he had quit smoking for more than ten years but failed to quit. Now he is just a test of his young self.

In just a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Jiang Shan's mind, Penguin, Alibaba, real estate, Bitcoin, etc. After a long circle, he found that the probability of realization was not high, because he didn't know the time and process of the specific event.

After all, it is related to his vision in his previous life. He knew that there was a major earthquake in the Bitcoin circle. However, if you really want to operate it, it would be just a gift for people. Ali should not think about Penguin in 2000. They have been targeted by various capitals.

After thinking about it, the only thing that is stable is real estate.

There is another familiar industry for Jiangshan, that is, the film and television industry.

The film and television industry emphasizes the background of a group.

For Jiang Shan, who became a director halfway through his previous life, it was not easy to integrate into the traditional director circle, because everyone is based on the graduation school and the north and south circles, how can you, an outsider, come in easily?

This time, Jiang Shan is planning to give himself a good background. He must still take the college entrance examination path, but he can only take one step at a time in cultural courses.

Around 2000, with the development of social economy and the improvement of people's living standards, and with the subtle influence of TV and movie stars on parents, parents also had their own understanding of art exams.

Anyone who has a high grade or low grade or a little wealthy family will choose to consult the employment prospects of art candidates after seeing the grades of art candidates over the years.

All parents in the world think about their children. Because of the parents' eagerness, all kinds of art training schools have emerged like mushrooms after a rain. There are real schools, and there are also fraudulent schools that are cheated by the signs of media and art academy. If you don't pay attention, you will be deceived.

It’s okay to cheat money, but I’m afraid that the liar school will delay students’ time, because every minute and every second of the time is particularly precious for art candidates.

Jiang Shan walked to the art exam training class next door, knocked on the door and saw the receptionist at the front desk and asked.

"Hello, I'll consult our course."

"Oh, which course do you want to consult?" The male teacher was in his early thirties, with his long flowing hair showing a literary style.

"What do we say about the director's lecture here?"

"Three months, two months of deep learning in the early stage, and there will be a month of sprint learning before the provincial unified examination. For campus recruitment, our teacher can provide advice and help at any time, and the cost is 6,000 yuan for textbooks." Seeing that the business came, the male teacher began to sell to Jiang Shan. Without waiting for him to speak, he had already begun to introduce the broad prospects of the director industry, and talked for more than ten minutes.

"I'll go back and discuss with my parents."

The male teacher also expressed his understanding of this. Changing to study art is a big deal. He would not dare to accept students at will without the consent of his parents.

After leaving the training school, Jiang Shan felt his hometown Mudanjiang twenty years ago, and he wandered all the way until four o'clock in the afternoon before returning home. He washed his hands and cooked, and planned to show his cooking skills to his parents.

So when Jiang Peng and Wang Lianhua and his wife returned home, they saw a table full of hard dishes. The couple looked at each other and thought that their parents had come.

"My parents are back?"

Seeing his son, Wang Lianhua put down her handbag and said, "Did you come here or your grandma come?"

"Not either, I did it myself."

Jiang Peng didn't believe it, so he grabbed a handful of fried peanuts and put them in his mouth to chew it. Hey, don't say it's exactly the same as the taste sold outside, "I'm sure I didn't bring it back from a restaurant outside?"

Jiang Peng couldn't believe it.

"I don't have that money. Besides, you can tell if you look at the vast amount of food in the refrigerator?"

Wang Lianhua checked the refrigerator and was still half-believing. She had never asked her son to cook when she was at home. At most, housework was to wash the bowls and sweep the floor.

"I learned from Liu Yiwei when watching CCTV's diet every day." Jiang Shan explained with a smile.

Although he was still confused in his heart, Jiang Peng and Wang Lianhua sat down at the dinner table under his son's greeting.

"My mom and dad, you guys try what I did." Jiang Shan greeted.

Wang Lianhua picked up the bowls and chopsticks and picked up the spicy and sour potato shreds as soon as she was about to eat them, she heard her son speak.

"My parents, I want to discuss something."

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Peng and Wang Lianhua put down their chopsticks at the same time. Wang Lianhua even looked up and said, "I haven't eaten yet!" for fear that the situation of "short hands and soft mouths" would happen.

"Tell me, what have you caused?" Jiang Peng asked in a deep voice.

"I want to learn to direct and direct…"

"No!" Hearing his son's words, Jiang Peng slapped the table and refused without thinking.
Chapter completed!