Picking at the broccoli on her plate and looking at the braised pork and chicken drumstick on Ye's plate, Jiang Ke'er was about to cry, "Sister Wan, there is a performance this afternoon."
"yes……"
Ye Wan nodded, "So you have to eat more. Only when you are full can you have the energy to take the exam well!"
Jiang Keer: "..."
Is the gap between people so huge?
"But it's late..."
Before she could say anything to struggle, Ye Wan raised his hand and stuffed a piece of braised pork into her mouth.
The sweet and soft taste accompanied by the rich fragrance makes every pore on the body cheer for joy.
Jiang Ke'er took a big bite of rice and said, "Sister Wan, I want more!"
Give it a go!
Anyway, she has already got three A's with Sister Wan.
How difficult could the last performance be? At least there was a script, how could it be more difficult than the improvisation in the morning?
Jiang Ke'er ran towards the cafeteria window with a new plate in her hand, looking very proud and confident.
When I came back, the fragrance was everywhere.
Braised pork, sweet and sour spare ribs, spicy fish, boiled beef.
Ye Wan: “…”
After lunch, they found a shady place to rest for a while and then went straight to the performance examination room.
As soon as I entered the corridor, I felt the atmosphere was very different.
Compared to the crowded and cheerful atmosphere outside the other three examination rooms in the morning, the atmosphere outside the performance examination room was quite serious.
Everyone held a piece of paper in their hands.
Some faced the wall, while others simply hid at the stairs.
They were all mumbling their lines, with an expression like “I’m dying, I’m going to die, I’m next but I haven’t memorized my lines yet.”
Not too irritable, but more than enough to be patient.
"Is this... so scary?"
Jiang Ke'er felt a little unwell.
"Then, why don't you consider returning to inherit the family business?"
Ye Wan raised his chin in encouragement.
"don't want."
The two found the teaching assistant.
Each of them received a piece of script paper.
Just one glance.
Ye Wan raised his eyebrows: Ouch, this is exciting! Jiang Keer's eyes went dark: I'm going to die, I'm going to die, why don't I consider going back to inherit the family business?
It's filled with words.
It seems like there are three scenes.
A line from ancient costume drama, which sounds like it was spoken by a general going to war, with an arrogant aura that says "where is this old thief going to run away?"
A modern line of dialogue, extremely sweet and artificial.
Jiang Ke'er just read it once and she felt like she was covered in goosebumps weighing two pounds.
There is another paragraph, which is a geographical introduction.
Looks like a tour guide's words? Jiang Ke'er looked at the teaching assistant eagerly.
The teaching assistant spread his hands, looking helpless, "I am only responsible for delivering the lines. As for how the teachers plan to test and what part they plan to test, I have no idea."
Having gained a new understanding of the difficulty of the Diying Hell Entrance Examination, Ye Wan patted Jiang Keer on the head and said, "Come on!"
Jiang Keer just nodded.
Next to me, the door of the examination room opened.
“Wuwuwu…”
A girl covered her face and ran away crying.
The miserable crying sound drifted in the wind, and the whole corridor was dead silent.
Jiang Ke'er turned her head stiffly like a robot and saw Ye Wan standing by the door.
The door opened and closed. Although it was only a few seconds, Ye Wan had already seen clearly who the judges were.
Looking at the lines in his hand again, Ye Wan narrowed his eyes.
She seems to know how to play! Once the top student makes a move, you can tell whether it is good or not.
Jiang Keer blinked frantically: Sister Wan, meow meow meow?
Ye Wan curled his lips and responded with an evil expression: "Predict the topic, do you want to come?" Come! It sounded very interesting, and Jiang Ke'er nodded vigorously.
Ye Wan pulled Jiang Ke'er towards the stairs.
(End of this chapter)