Downstairs, Lu Zhaoying finished dealing with the Lu family's affairs and came to find Qin Ran.
Lu Zhaoying and others had been to Cheng Juan's room quite often, so they were not very curious. They just leaned on the sofa and asked Cheng Juan: "Where is Qin Xiaoran? Why can't I see her?"
According to the previous time, Qin Ran should have been up long ago.
Hearing Lu Zhaoying's words, Cheng Juan subconsciously glanced upstairs, frowning slightly: "He's practicing the violin, it should be out soon, and he has to go to the Violin Association in the afternoon for an... assessment?"
Cheng Juan didn't quite understand the performance competition for the Violin Association, so he used an assessment that was often used in Continent M.
When Lu Zhaoying heard this, he was shocked. He sat up straight on the sofa and said, "Assessment? Does that mean Qin Xiaoran is going to play the violin?"
Most people knew that Qin Ran was Master Wei's apprentice, but Lu Zhaoying had never heard Qin Ran play the violin, so he became excited.
Lu Zhaoying was not very interested in violin concerts, but when she heard that it was Qin Ran, she became interested.
Speaking of which, no one present had ever heard Qin Ran play the violin.
As they were talking, Qin Ran came down from upstairs.
...
...
Cheng Mu was holding a kettle and standing on the shelf by the window, looking at the shape of the flower pot. When he saw Qin Ran, he immediately put down the kettle.
Then she went to the kitchen, washed her hands, and brought out her meal.
Qin Ran yawned, flipped through her phone, pulled out a chair by the dining table and sat down, then picked up her chopsticks and began to eat slowly.
"What time do you leave?" Cheng Juan leaned on the sofa and asked.
“Let’s finish eating.” Qin Ran drank milk through a straw and squinted her eyes.
The assessment starts at nine in the morning. Although it is only seven now, there are still a series of procedures to complete if you go there early.
**
At half past eight, Cheng Juan, Qin Ran and others had already stopped at the entrance of the Violin Association.
Wen Yin had already called Qin Ran to ask her when she would arrive, and was now standing in the parking lot waiting for a few people.
“Teacher Wen.” Qin Ran spoke to Wen Yin very politely.
“Miss Qin, please come with me.” Although Qin Ran called herself Teacher Wen, Wen Yin did not dare to be arrogant. After all, she was the apprentice of Master Wei, and Master Wei’s position in the violin world was unshakable.
Master Wei had only submitted Qin Ran's name the night before yesterday, and he was in a hurry because there were still many personal formalities that had not been completed.
Wen Yin first took Qin Ran to the data collection room.
Cheng Juan stopped at the door. The phone in his pocket rang, so he stopped at the door and answered it in a low voice.
However, the view from the door is good and you can see what's going on inside.
The person who called was Mr. Cheng.
"Zhou Shan has called me several times," said Old Master Cheng, standing under the antique corridor, fiddling with a parrot. "Has Ranran decided on a school?"
In Beijing, only Peking University and A University can be included in the world rankings.
Especially Peking University, which has risen rapidly in recent years.
Cheng Juan leaned against the door frame and raised his eyebrows nonchalantly: "Didn't you know this a long time ago? Jingda."
He could only repeat it once.
"Oh, I see. Got it." After getting the answer, Old Master Cheng did not hang up immediately. After a long while, he spoke: "Your sister came back last night and asked where you were."
"I see." Cheng Juan glanced at the information collection room, "Hang up first, I have something else to do here."
He said something to Mr. Cheng and hung up the phone.
Mr. Cheng finished his call to Cheng Juan.
No words were spoken either.
Zhou Shan, who was standing not far from him and helping him run errands and fetch bird food, couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Cheng, can you please say something? Did Qin Ran choose University A?"
He had been running errands for Mr. Cheng since yesterday, and it was only today that Mr. Cheng agreed to help him test the waters.
Looking at Mr. Cheng's silent expression, Zhou Shan once again wanted to strangle himself to death for bargaining with Mr. Cheng several days ago.
"Not really." Old Master Cheng glanced at the bird food.
Zhou Shan immediately handed it over: "You use it."
Mr. Cheng grabbed a few bird food grains and fed them to the parrot before he slowly spoke, "She chose Peking University."
"Really?" Zhou Shan's eyes lit up, and the dejected aura on his body disappeared. "Then I'll go back and quickly retrieve the files... Bird food, Mr. Cheng, you can use it, you can use it..."
Steward Cheng, who was serving tea to the two of them, said: "..."
**
At this moment, Qin Ran was still in the collection room of the Violin Association.
The data collection room is not big, with only five computer desks in total. The left side is separated by glass, through which you can see rows of data. On the right is a computer desk, and further to the right is the portrait collection point, which is equipped with professional video equipment, fingerprint recording equipment and a computer.
Seeing Wen Yin coming in, the person in the data collection room immediately stood up and said, "Director Wen."
Wen Yin is Master Wei's man. He used to be the president of an association in another province. As soon as he arrived, he took over the power. Everyone in the violin association knew Wen Yin's name.
Compared with other departments of the Violin Association, the Information Collection Department is a place that cannot be any smaller.
These people rarely see Wen Yin and Master Wei on weekdays.
Seeing it at this time, it is inevitable to be surprised.
“Ms. Qin, come here and collect some information,” Wen Yin said to the people in the information collection room before looking at Qin Ran. “Take a digital photo and record your fingerprints.”
The people in the data collection room immediately prepared for work, sat in front of the computer, recorded an electronic photo of Qin Ran, and opened the association's information entry network.
"Director Wen, are you here to join the association today?" the person who recorded the information asked after opening the webpage.
After hearing Wen Yin's "hmm", the data entry staff opened the general information collection page.
There are many people who came to participate in the exhibition match today to join the association, but not many can successfully join the association and be noticed by the teachers.
Those who came to participate in the exhibition match had already registered their names and recorded their data half a month ago. If they failed to successfully pass the exhibition match, they would be directly eliminated from the general information network.
Wen Yin has been in Beijing for more than half a year, so he naturally knows the grading method here and directly asks the data entry staff to skip the ordinary information entry.
Let him open the senior students above.
Seeing Wen Yin pointing at "senior students" on the computer screen, the person entering information was startled, but still opened it quickly.
Wen Yin handed a form that had been printed long ago to the information entry staff.
The data entry staff collected Qin Ran's fingerprints and electronic photos, and then began to fill in the form information.
“Take your time to fill it out. I’ll take Miss Qin to the performance hall.” Wen Yinchao and the others nodded and left with Qin Ran.
After they left, other people in the office gathered around.
“Senior student? Who is this?” Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, watching the person recording the information fill in Qin Ran’s information.
He became a senior member even before participating in today's exhibition match.
**
At nearly nine o'clock, Wen Yin took Qin Ran to the backstage and handed her a card number, 17.
"Ms. Qin, this is your exhibition match number, drawn randomly."
Qin Ran took it, took a look at it, then put it on her waist and took two steps inside.
Lu Zhaoying reached out and patted her shoulder, "Come on."
Qin Ran raised her eyebrows.
Wen Yin gave Qin Ran some more instructions before turning to look at Cheng Juan, Lu Zhaoying and the others: "Young Master Cheng, come with me to the stage."
Today's exhibition match is an internal match and parents can watch.
Wen Yin knew that Cheng Juan and the others would come, so she reserved a seat for them in the second row.
Cheng Mu and Lu Zhaoying both walked inside, and Cheng Juan sat at the very edge.
The first row is where seven teachers sit.
These seven teachers are all old members of the association, and several of them are rating teachers.
After each performance match, the seven teachers will give corresponding scores. As long as more than half of them agree to let the student join the association, the student can successfully join the association.
Six of the seven teachers' seats were already occupied, and there was a seat on the far left reserved for Wen Yin.
The six people were discussing which new members this year were more conspicuous. When they saw Wen Yin coming, they all stood up and said, "Director Wen."
"Director Wen, why did you come to see this kind of rating?" Wen Yin is definitely a powerful figure in the association.
Generally, they directly manage the assessment of senior students or are responsible for other matters.
Letting him come over with such an entry-level rating seems a bit like an overkill, which is really surprising.
"I'm here to see the quality of this year's students." Wen Yin smiled calmly.
Before the assessment officially started, a teacher took a look at the list of candidates and said with a smile, "There are indeed a few talents this year, No. 6 and No. 9. I think they may reach level 4. These two should be the targets of competition among those who want to take in apprentices. Director Wen, do you plan to take in apprentices? If you want to take in an apprentice, you don't have to fight for it."
Just one thing: Wen Yin is a favorite of Master Wei, and these students know what to choose.
Wen Yin sat down, picked up the pen, and smiled, "Not necessarily."
"What?"
"It doesn't necessarily have to be number 6 or 9." Wen Yin glanced at the stage.
Those who can come to the association to participate in the exhibition competition are finally determined after a series of selections. The lowest registration standard is amateur level nine. Others not only look at the skills, these teachers pay more attention to talent and aura.
Therefore, the materials in the hands of each teacher contain a general information about each person.
But after hearing Yin say this, the other teachers looked at each other in bewilderment. It might not be number 6 or number 9...
Who else could it be?
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