Chapter 181: Will the social fear relapse?
As the days on the countdown whiteboard get fewer and fewer, the atmosphere throughout the senior year of No. 1 Middle School becomes more and more solemn.
In the past, it was only the second floor that was the quietest, but now the entire building is lifeless and lifeless.
Most students can no longer distinguish between the class bell and the end bell, and just quietly bury their heads in the piles of books and test papers.
In order to lighten the atmosphere, Li Lu specially set aside an area on the blackboard at the back of the classroom that was originally filled with slogans about beating chicken blood, and named it the "Anonymous Wall."
He also called on students to write down anything they want to say on sticky notes and post them here.
Every time Su Chengyi walked into the classroom slowly as usual, he could clearly feel everyone's tense emotions and mental state that could collapse at any time.
Because there is probably nothing written on it that Li Lu wants to see.
In her imagination, it was probably some words of encouragement to each other.
For example, "Let's work hard together", "Hand in hand to create a better future", "Meet at Beijing University" and "No, I will choose BGI next door".
However, what appeared on the wall was:
“Physics is so damned.”
“I can’t study anymore and want to drop out.”
“Oh my god, I can’t bear it. Is vocabulary a capital crime? ”
“Can we fast forward to the end of the college entrance examination? I can’t stay here for a day. Life is so difficult.”
Wait for a series of words full of negative energy.
Even the happy little fat Wang Hu in the first row couldn’t be happy anymore.
"Su Shen, what can I do."
He was holding a box of yogurt, sitting upside down and pressing his face on the back of the chair, sighing and drinking.
There is also a bottle of the same original yogurt on Su Chengyi's desk, which Wang Hu just paid tribute to.
"This time I failed in the comprehensive science test again. I originally entered our class as a phoenix tail dog, but now I feel worse than a chicken head in the sprint class."
Although I am very sad, I still drink yogurt. The speed is still very fast. After a few mouthfuls, a bottle of yogurt reached the bottom, making a "gurgling" sound.
Su Chengyi raised his wrist and glanced at the time, there were still five minutes left.
He lowered his head and rummaged around in the desk, found his Zhou Kao comprehensive examination paper and gave it to him.
“Let’s change it accordingly. I have written the steps in detail. Please focus on the last big question in physics.”
"Yes!"
Wang Hu achieved his goal and jumped up for joy.
Su Chengyi’s papers are treasures, and everyone wants to borrow them to read.
But when I saw "Total Score: 299" written in bold red pen at the front of the test paper, I felt depressed again.
Even if you endure hardships, you are still a subordinate to others. It is difficult.
The current management system of No. 1 Middle School is indeed different from before, but that is more due to the major changes in the overall social environment.
Most students have a sense of resistance and will not accept the situation. The disadvantages of exam-oriented education have also been discovered and taken seriously by more people.
So instead of forcing management and oppressing all students, the current style of No. 1 Middle School is more: the school is responsible for selecting the best teachers, always publicizing and emphasizing the importance of learning, and providing the highest quality learning and living environment.
In terms of teachers, compared to the highly paid foreign teachers hired by the school next door, No. 1 Middle School has both newcomers who graduated from prestigious schools and experienced teachers.
Although Old Man Peng has a very bad character, he does have hard skills in teaching, otherwise the school would not tolerate him like this.
Not to mention promoting the importance of learning, there are slogans everywhere, information meetings held every once in a while, and all kinds of subtle brainwashing techniques.
The environment is also top-notch. The beautiful campus of No. 1 Middle School is famous throughout the country, and the canteen and dormitory environment are very good.
After many students who graduated from No. 1 Middle School went to college, they said that the environment was incomparable to No. 1 Middle School and they missed the hot pot dumplings in the high school cafeteria.
Although this article is suspected of the school stuffing red envelopes to invite trolls.
All these aspects have enabled No. 1 Middle School to absorb almost all the outstanding students in the city, and the competitive pressure has become unprecedentedly high.
As a competitor, the foreign school next door actually has a different track. It is more about preparing for studying abroad.
So not to mention the Rocket Class of No. 1 Middle School, almost every student is the kind of person who will be promoted as "other people's children" in life.
But among excellent people, there are also average and top-notch people.
Compared to the high-intensity oppression in No. 1 Middle School in the past, the current environment is a different kind of mental pressure.
No one will openly reflect the so-called "discrimination" brought about by performance rankings, but if it is not reflected, it does not mean that it does not exist.
As the leader of the Rocket Class, every score of each person affects the average score of the class and represents the face of No. 1 Middle School.
Wang Hu once felt that he had worked very hard.
In middle school, he went to the junior high school in his hometown. He was always number one and was praised by everyone growing up.
It wasn’t until I came to No. 1 Middle School that I realized what it meant to have someone outside the world.
The first place would become the last one in a different environment.
After witnessing the extremely terrifying oppression of a certain great god, this feeling of frustration became even deeper.
Because no matter how hard you work, don’t leave yourself any time to rest, and put all your energy on this, there will still be people who are smarter and harder working than you.
In front of them, it's like you didn't make any effort at all.
"Don't be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, your own destiny is at the highest level."
Su Chengyi happened to write this ancient poem on the paper, and he lightly typed "self-condition" In a circle, Wang Hu almost chewed the yogurt straw in his hand.
".Is there anything else?"
Su Chengyi felt uncomfortable looking at him, so she simply put down her pen and asked.
"Hey, Great God. Do you look down on people who are stupider than you?"
"No."
He hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
"If you have time to think about these things, it's better to answer two more sets of questions or have a good meal."
Su Chengyi tried his best to speak tactfully, but he did feel that the emotional drain caused by this kind of thing was purely Waste of time.
"Yes, yes. Work hard to catch up with the master's taillights!"
Wang Hu stood up with the paper and stretched.
Su Chengyi finished writing the last line of today's ancient poem, then stood up and took the schoolbag hanging by the table into his hand.
"Going to rehearse? It's hard work."
"Yeah."
Su Chengyi hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and patted Xiaopang on the shoulder.
"Come on. If you have any study needs, you can come to me at any time."
There is a feeling that all living beings have been saved by the brilliance of a great god.
Wang Hu nodded and watched his back carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder disappear from the door.
When we came to the music classroom, everyone else was already ready.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Su Chengyi took out the erhu from his schoolbag.
“No, no, no, I was just trying to figure it out, thinking that if you were late, I would treat you to ice cream as a reward, but you didn’t miss it for half a second.”
Han Bing looked at the clock on his phone that was accurate to the second and was speechless.
What kind of lag is this? !
"That's good."
Su Chengyi smiled and reached out to pluck the bowstring.
"Today is the last rehearsal, and the official performance will be tomorrow. Oh my god, why am I more nervous than you are about to perform on stage?"
Han Bing leaned against the piano, the tension on his face almost showing.
However, looking at the calm expressions of the three protagonists in front of her, she suddenly felt a little choked.
According to common sense, at times like this, shouldn’t everyone hug together and shout some cheering slogans?
“I have participated in many competitions, and I can’t seem to get nervous.”
Chu Qingmian put her fingers on the piano keys and played a few times.
"It seems so."
When Han Bing thought about visiting Chu Qingmian's house, her house even had a special exhibition room to store the various awards she had won.
Not only piano, but also violin, poetry competition, and so on. The entire white wall was covered with certificates, and medals and trophies were arranged in order, which looked quite spectacular.
Su Chengyi sat quietly holding the erhu on one side, expressionless as usual.
Indeed, one cannot expect a person with this appearance to be nervous or uneasy.
In fact, Su Chengyi was nervous in his heart, but he couldn't tell it on the surface.
But of course it is much better than when he was a child. Now he can skillfully treat ordinary audiences as carrots and cabbage.
Then why are you still nervous?
Not for anything else, just because Mr. Li wanted to come to the scene in person.
If he couldn't play the erhu well, it would be an embarrassment to his grandfather.
With Zhuyu in front, the pressure is too much.
But since it was only the rehearsal stage, Mr. Li was not sitting in the audience, so he was still in a very relaxed mood.
Especially after staying in the Rocket Class classroom for a long time, the atmosphere is really suffocating.
Being able to come to the music classroom and listen to Chu Qingmian playing the piano or Chen Jinzhi singing is an enjoyment that is like listening to fairy music.
Chen Jinzhi was looking down at the lyrics of Huangmei Opera.
Although she has already memorized it by heart, her professional habits still urge her to reread it over and over again.
Aware of what several people were talking about, she raised her head and smiled.
“I feel that our company’s assessment model is more stressful than a formal performance.”
She recalled a little and continued:
"Because it is an elimination debut system, there will be regular assessments.
The location is a small dark room of about ten square meters, and the examiners responsible for the assessment sit aside. According to the regulations, they do not say a word He won't even smile to lighten the mood, but just stares at you
And you will be informed of the results directly after the performance. There is no buffer time."
Chen Jinzhi spoke in a calm tone, even with a smile.
But this harsh assessment system sounds almost like a battle royale. Eliminate all your companions and you can finally make your debut.
The fellow trainees who stay together for training and life every day are actually competitors in nature.
Maybe on the surface the spring breeze is warm and friendly, but behind the scenes there are all kinds of stumbling blocks.
And it’s such a closed environment, it’s a bit uncomfortable just thinking about it.
“Oh my god, it’s so scary.”
Han Bing folded his arms and shrank.
But she quickly realized a problem, widened her eyes and asked:
"No, Sister Jin, which company are you from?? MS? Or GY? "
Chen Jinzhi obviously realized what she was going to ask next, and replied with a smile:
"It's not these two, but the seniors who debuted have met some of them."
"Ahhhh!!!"
Han Bing's scream was deafening.
The music classroom had its own echo, and Su Chengyi and Chu Qingmian silently covered their ears in sync.
"If you want a signature, I can contact my friends over there to get it for you."
Chen Jinzhi is still typing.
Su Chengyi silently covered his ears more tightly.
Fortunately, Han Bing was so excited that he almost fainted and didn't have the strength to scream anymore.
"Is there a possibility that we have to rehearse one last time?"
Su Chengyi rubbed his ears and interrupted helplessly.
“Ah, yes, yes, I almost forgot about the real thing.”
Han Bing just woke up from a dream.
"Okay, then I will count down and you will start. Three signatures, hehehehe, two, hahahaha. One!"
"Pah, pah, pah, pah!"
After the three of them finished their performance, Han Bing's palms were almost broken.
“Seriously, you three can just go to the Spring Festival Gala. Is this really something I can watch for free?”
From the first rehearsal, Han Bing had this reaction every time he watched the performance.
Su Chengyi wondered if she had turned on the filter too high.
"I feel that Su Chengyi is really suitable for wearing sunglasses, otherwise it would be like someone kidnapped him to go on stage. Management without expression!"
Unexpectedly, she couldn't bear it the next second Keep complaining.
“It’s been like this since I was a kid!”
Chu Qingmian glanced at him sideways and automatically put on sunglasses for him in her mind.
In a trance, I seemed to see again the stinky-faced kid wearing blind sunglasses who played the erhu when he participated in "Moving Hearts" when he was a child.
My appearance and temperament seem to have remained the same since childhood.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help lowering her head and laughing secretly.
“I’m just an accompanist, you don’t need me to do expression management.”
Su Chengyi spread his hands.
What's more, in a classic opera like "Butterfly Lovers", music is the protagonist. He feels that as a performer, he can even stay behind the scenes.
It's a pity that the school's purpose of using him to promote him will be in vain.
“No”
Han Bing suddenly looked like a smile but not a smile, with evil intentions.
"What do you mean?"
Su Chengyi's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Remember when I asked you to reserve some time at the end?”
“Remember.”
“That’s what the school requires.”
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"You must have a personal performance time in the show."
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"So in the "Lanting Preface" section later, you have to Sing a little chorus. ”
Han Bing waved to him with the lyrics cut out in his hand.
"Are you serious? I shouldn't be able to sing that part."
Su Chengyi frowned and recalled the tune in his mind.
"It doesn't matter, it's just that you have to show your face as required."
Han Bing thought for a while and said with relief:
"You don't have to be a good singer, as long as you don't As long as you don’t ruin the atmosphere created above, you can decide the specific style yourself, it can be more passionate or gentle.”
Su Chengyi sighed.
Although I had known for a long time that the school had bad intentions and would definitely not be willing to let him be a behind-the-scenes worker, I still did not expect to use such a simple and crude method.
Forget it, just sing.
The pits are all buried by oneself.
The form is diverse and the creativity is mixed, including classical opera and modern R&B Chinese style pop songs, which can be regarded as fulfilling the nonsense I made at the time.
It's just singing two lines of a song, how can we still fear recurrence?
The rehearsal site on the day of the school anniversary was crowded.
The entire backstage was occupied by hurried staff. Everyone looked busy but didn't know what they were busy with.
Su Chengyi leaned on the edge of the corner and couldn't help but think to himself:
Okay, it seems like he can really do it.
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