Jiang Shan tried to communicate with his parents about learning art for the first time, but the final result was very unsatisfactory.

In the eyes of Jiang Peng and Wang Lianhua, art is not learned by "serious people". Only students who study rebelliously, have poor grades and have no way out will choose this path.

In the face of dreams and reality, parents will always help their children choose reality that is closer to life, rather than the illusory dream.

Early the next Saturday morning, after a storm, Jiang Shan was kicked out of the room again.

"I agreed with the teacher of the Cultural Palace Tutoring School that you can go to tutor from today." Jiang Peng said to his child in the living room.

Jiang Shan’s advice was not needed. After consulting several parents, he also thought that the training school was more reliable and planned to pay the fee directly today.

Under the escort from his parents, the three of them arrived at the training school at 9:00 in the morning. The parents made the final communication with the teacher of the training school on payment and school hours. Jiang Shan was taken to the office next door by another teacher and threw a set of test papers in front of him with a "splash".

Final test...

Looking at the set of test papers in front of him, Jiang Shan couldn't help but sigh in his heart. What should come will always come, and it is impossible to hide.

The liberal arts he chose in the first grade of high school, this does not mean that the liberal arts students will have much easier learning tasks, and they should remember to memorize a lot.

If it was Jiang Shan, who was eighteen years old, then this set of test papers would be nothing for him to get an average score of 500 points. It’s just that the 18-year-old’s shell is now a thirty-eight-year-old soul.

take an exam?

He hasn't experienced it for eight hundred years.

When Jiang Shan saw the test paper, he was completely confused.

The Chinese language is pretty good, and the rest of the English, mathematics, and liberal arts are all very messy.

The teacher who made the papers corrected the papers and looked at Jiang Shan from time to time, full of doubts. The test paper was not at all as his parents said, with a score of about 480 points. Even considering the different difficulty of the test papers, it shouldn't be so different.

The teacher who made the specific grades did not tell him, but asked Jiang Shan to call Jiang Peng and Wang Lianhua, saying that he wanted to communicate with the parents.

The teacher in the training class in the office talked with his parents about what Jiang Shan used his toes to know.

‘I’m sorry, you, who is eighteen years old, took the blame for me!’ He couldn’t help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Seeing his parents walking out of the office, Jiang Shan hurriedly stood up. Just when he thought that what he was going to greet him would be a ****, Jiang Peng just looked at him calmly, left with a sentence, "Let's study hard next," and turned around and left.

Mother Wang Lianhua was shocked and mixed with worries, and said with a worried look on her face, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Perhaps this is the privilege of preparing for senior high school students.

After seeing off his parents, the teacher led Jiang Shan to one of the classes where he was studying, pointed to one of the empty seats and said to him, "You just sit here."

As for cram school, except for some students who are sent by parents who still choose to live a life of stuttering, most people are not interested in the new Jiang Shan. They looked up and buried their heads. Jiang Shan was happy to see the situation in front of him.

Sitting in the seat, Jiang Shan couldn't help but sigh. Although he didn't know his basic results, he still didn't want to pay attention.

Perhaps stimulated by the survey test, he took out the elective and compulsory textbooks of history and started to chew it seriously.

After looking through about ten pages, he began to realize something was wrong with him, because Jiang Shan found that he was looking at it too fast, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he could see it at all.

He kept telling himself that this kind of casual view is not of any benefit to learning, and he used it to read online novels in the past. This view is not helpful to his learning.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shan refocused his energy, but unexpectedly he watched faster.

Something is wrong!

Jiang Shan took out his political textbook again. There were already many preview comments from his predecessors in this book. After reading a few pages quickly, Jiang Shan closed his eyes and recalled that the text comments in the textbook clearly emerged from his mind, as if they were his inherent memories. Even if he recited them countless times, he would not have such an effect.

This is nothing. Even the test paper he finished an hour ago, Jiang Shan could clearly recall every question and every answer he answered.

Things suddenly became a ghost.

"Classmate, can I borrow your English dictionary to find a word?" Jiang Shan, who was silently whispering to his deskmate, looked at him and nodded.

So in the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Shan did not look at the dictionary at all. He clearly turned the dictionary page by page, like taking the wrong medicine, without any pause in the middle.

Fortunately, everyone in the class was burying their heads to study, and no one noticed his abnormal movements.

It took Jiangshan less than forty minutes to see the end of "Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary" with a large volume of nearly 2,200 pages.

Turtle, what is the efficiency?

He not only plowed the dictionary once, but could recite all the words from the beginning of a to the end of z perfectly. Is this memory so terrifying?

If he was a little surprised at the beginning, then Jiang Shan now only has a secret love left in his heart.

Now he is like a child who has gotten a new toy, a sponge that encounters water is absorbing external knowledge frantically, tirelessly!

……………………

"My mom and dad, I'm back."

In the evening, Jiang Shan returned home, and Jiang Peng and Wang Lianhua in the living room were sitting on the sofa and looking at some promotional pages.

"Mom, what are you looking at?" Jiang Shan put down his schoolbag and asked curiously in front of his parents.

"Today I met a few flyer advertisements..." Wang Lianhua said with a smile.

Jiang Shan casually picked up a promotional page from the table and looked at it. He saw the words "Excellent good news, Wang Lei, an outstanding graduate of our school in 2000, was admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts with the first place in the professional exam...'.

This is clearly the advertising page of major art exam training schools. It is not like Wang Lianhua said that she had encountered several small advertisements. It was clearly the couple who went to these training schools one by one to consult.

"Your dad plans to inquire first. After all, there has never been an artist in our family and I don't understand the twists and turns inside. If you really want to learn to direct, it will take a few more days." Wang Lianhua explained softly with a smile on the side.

Jiang Peng, who was standing beside him, looked at his son and snorted coldly, and his eyes immediately fell on the promotional page in his hand. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the slogans of these schools were all lies.

No, I have to ask my old colleague tomorrow. I heard that the child of his relative's family was a art student who had been away last year. Although he had nothing to do with the director, he should be able to refer to it.
Chapter completed!