Chapter 1: College Entrance Examination Champion Shu Xiaoming
Xishan Town is doing great this year, as it actually produced a top scholar!
In June, patches of lush green branches spread overhead, weaving into a small, dense net.
Teacher Chen, who has taught high school seniors for nine years, is holding an old mouse that he has used for nine years.
Sweat covered his palms, making them seem slippery and difficult to hold.
His heart was beating so fast it was about to burst out of his throat, and he pressed the "Check Results" button with some trembling.
Candidate's name: Shu Ming
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Total score: 653
653!
His eyes paused on the number for a moment, then he scanned the results page again with a hint of disbelief.
A moment.
Just that moment.
Ecstasy, excitement, grievance...
A mixture of emotions flooded his mind, and he couldn't even make an expression. His face was blank, and he could only stand stupidly in front of the bulky desktop computer, like a wooden sculpture.
Until the teacher from the next office came over and asked with a smile: "Teacher Chen, how did our Shu Ming do on the exam?"
He suddenly reacted -
653!!!
He has been teaching in high school for so many years, and he has always been diligent and dedicated. He arrives at school before dawn and goes home at eleven or twelve at night.
But for nearly ten years, ten years of youth, I still haven't produced any outstanding student results. Today, finally -
He turned his head slowly, like a stuttering robot, and muttered to himself, "653."
The teacher standing at the door paused: "What?"
Teacher Chen jumped to his feet and shouted at the top of his lungs, "653!!! I, Chen Xinping, have a student who scored 653!"
Tears flowed down in an instant along with the sound.
The tall and strong man looked like a child when he stood there and cried. However, even though he was sobbing, he still pushed the chair away and ran out the door.
On a hot summer afternoon, the empty town echoed with his excited voice: "Shu Ming - Shu Ming -"
"Shu Ming, you scored 653—you can go to the capital to study!!!"
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When he learned the results, Shu Ming was taking a nap in the house.
The quilt that had been kicked away because he was too hot was now curled up at the foot of the bed, feeling aggrieved. The boy placed his hand on his brow to block the sunlight that was slanting into the room from the window.
Sixteen or seventeen years old is a time of vigor and vitality. Even if he is wearing an old-fashioned white cotton vest, he cannot hide the youthful atmosphere.
Also, because he was in the period of growth, he was very slender, and the little soft flesh left on his calf was pressed on the bamboo mat, leaving some dense red marks.
However, saying that Shu Ming was taking a nap was a complete misunderstanding.
He was not asleep, but had his eyes half closed, fanning himself intermittently with the palm-leaf fan in his hand. From time to time, he would consider his aunt beside him and fan a few times in her direction.
And because my aunt kept walking around in the room, I couldn't hit the other person, so I gave up.
He is usually a noisy and energetic person who never has a moment to rest, but when faced with big things, his mentality is surprisingly calm.
Shu Ming estimated his score early on. According to his level, it would not fall below 630. In addition, he was from a minority ethnic group, so he had extra points.
Anyway, going to the capital of my dreams should be a sure thing, so there is no rush at all.
As the old saying goes, the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuchs are.
The main person was unmoved, but the aunt was anxious and paced around the house since early morning.
Seeing that this kid was still in the mood to sleep, she felt so angry that she couldn't control herself. But if she really pulled him up by the ears, she would feel distressed, so she could only worry by herself.
The old fan in the room made a creaking sound.
The homeroom teacher, Old Chen, ran and tumbled, throwing himself on the door and banging on it frantically: "Shu Ming! Shu Ming! Do you know how many points you got on the test?"
My aunt quickly opened the door.
Chen Xinping didn't even bother to drink the water. He rushed into Shu Ming's room and grabbed the young man who had just sat up from the couch like a chick.
Then, panting heavily, his voice almost cracking, he said, "You got... You got 653!"
How much...how much?
This time it was Shu Ming's turn to be shocked. He rolled over and stood up, stuttering for once: "Wait, Teacher Chen, six hundred... six hundred how much?"
"Six hundred and fifty-three!"
Chen Xinping felt relieved when he saw that the boy finally showed a little shock on his face - it was really embarrassing that he was the only one who was excited!
After he felt relieved, his tone naturally became much calmer. He sat down next to Shu Ming without any hesitation, and then let out a long sigh: "I wonder how the city exam went this year..."
He actually felt a little regretful that he didn't receive the call from the city right away. Shu Ming probably had no chance of becoming the top scorer... but he was definitely going to be the top scorer in the town, after all, there was only this high school in the entire town.
That’s fine, at least my grades in school this year are pretty good.
Chen Xinping frowned for a moment, then calmed himself down and his face relaxed.
Shu Ming was not surprised at all - their class teacher, Old Chen, was just like that. They had been together for three years, so how could he not know?
The door of Shu Ming's house was still wide open, letting in a gust of hot midday breeze.
However, the few people were shocked by the news, and no one remembered to close the door until a timid little girl's voice sounded in everyone's ears.
She knocked on the door, but no one answered her. She mustered up the courage to call out, "Teacher Chen...Teacher Chen!"
In an instant, the three people in the room looked at her at the same time.
Mom, it’s so scary. She wants to go home QAQ. She’s under so much pressure.
"Well, Principal Wang asked me to tell you."
The little girl swallowed nervously, and under the gazes of everyone in the room, she spoke tremblingly, "Principal Wang said that Xiao Shu is the top student in our city this year..."
A room full of petrified sculptures!
Her confidence suddenly weakened, and her voice became smaller and smaller:
"Really! I'm not lying..."
"Teacher Chen!"
"Old Chen!"
Chen Xinping's eyes rolled back, and his body was about to fall. Shu Ming and his aunt quickly supported him. The room was suddenly in chaos: "Hurry up and get him to the hospital! Hurry up and get him to the hospital!"
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But no matter what the outside world says, Shu Ming's achievement of being the top scorer in the city is a fact set in stone.
At the entrance to the village and at the gates of Shu Ming's elementary, middle, and high schools, there were signs reading "Warm congratulations to the city's top scorer, Shu Ming, for achieving an outstanding score of 653 in the college entrance examination!"
Soon after, it changed to "Warm congratulations to the city's top scorer Shu Ming for being admitted to Capital University!"
The threshold of Shu Ming's house was almost trampled down, so his aunt simply closed the door and refused to see anyone.
And what is our glorious city champion doing at this moment?
——He is helping his aunt harvest wheat.
"The south wind rose at night, and the wheat fields turned yellow."
Shu Ming was wearing a straw hat and rubbed his face with a towel.
It's amazing that this guy didn't get tanned after working in the scorching sun for half a month. He was clearly wearing a rustic white vest, but when you looked closely, he was still handsome, fresh, sunny and handsome. Even his figure was taller than the new seedlings in the field.
A rare and refreshing breeze blew by, stirring up waves of golden wheat.
17-year-old Shu Ming stood in the wheat field, smiled and waved to his aunt, then made a trumpet shape with his hand and put it to his mouth: "Aunt - it will be ready soon - wait a moment -"
He and his aunt spoke privately in their ethnic dialect, a language with a very mysterious ending.
The mountains on both sides of the wheat field helped him, allowing his voice to travel far and reach his aunt's ears clearly.
As soon as Shu Ming finished speaking, he bent down again and continued to work with nimble hands and feet.
Shu Ming is not afraid of hardship, he only cares about his aunt.
The place where he was born is a remote mountainous area, which is a settlement of ethnic minorities and a mixed population of multiple ethnic groups, but the Ning ethnic group is the majority.
Many people of the Ning ethnic group cannot speak Mandarin and can only make a living by farming from generation to generation, and their family is no exception.
However, unlike other families, Shu Ming lost his parents when he was four years old, and his uncle also died early. His single aunt raised him and his older brother with great difficulty.
It’s a pity that my eldest brother was not good at studying. A few years ago, he said he was going out to work, and since then, there has been no news from him.
He and his aunt were the only ones left at home, relying on these few acres of thin land for survival.
Once he goes to school, it will be impossible for him to come back often. The journey to the capital is too far and the ticket is too expensive. It would be considered a lot if he can come back once during the winter and summer vacations.
Fortunately, the people in the village are simple and honest, and the neighbors take care of each other, so there is no need to worry about their safety.
He was only concerned about his aunt's health.
Farm work is the most tiring, and my aunt can't let go of these few acres of land. She lives frugally all year round, and her waist and legs and feet are also problematic.
He has been away from home for so long, who will do the work for my aunt?
Shu Ming wished he could finish all the work for the family in the next few years in the remaining two months.
He rebuilt the chicken coop, neatly stacked the firewood for a year, polished the stove inside and out until it shined, and even turned out the warehouse and reorganized it.
Others are like "A mother worries about her child even when he is thousands of miles away."
On his side, it becomes "A son worries about his mother even when he is thousands of miles away."
The night before leaving, Shu Ming, using the night light by his bed, counted the cash he had on hand—a few thousand yuan in city bonuses, a few thousand yuan in high school subsidies, and various other poverty subsidies...
He took out three thousand yuan and put it in the small purse close to his chest, and quietly stuffed the rest under his aunt's pillow.
On the morning of his departure, he was sitting in the courtyard eating breakfast with a bowl of porridge. His aunt had sat down next to him at some point and took out a small bundle from her bosom.
"Xiao Shu." She cleared her throat, a little embarrassed. "As the saying goes, a poor family can lead to a rich future."
"Here's the money your aunt has been saving for your schooling. It's five thousand yuan. It's not much anyway, so keep it."
Shu Ming was not surprised at all.
He just finished the last bite, put down the bowl, and hugged the thin and small woman in front of him, humming and acting coquettishly in a skilled manner: "I know that my aunt loves me the most——"
Shu Ming just said this, but in reality he had no intention of taking a single cent of the money. Instead, he acted like a naughty puppy, constantly rubbing his furry head against people's necks.
"Oh, you're such a grown-up and still acting like a spoiled brat. Don't you have any shame?"
The aunt enjoyed his coquettishness very much, but she still pretended to push Shu Ming twice and hit him hard twice.
As a result, I couldn't push away this spoiled little dog, so I could only "accept my fate" and let him hug me.
"When you go out, make sure you keep your money close to you. Don't lose it. If you need money, just call me and I'll go to the bank to transfer it to you. Money must be very expensive in the capital..."
She was silent for two minutes and patted Shu Ming's back in her arms.
A rough but powerful hand fell on his back, coaxing him like when he was a child, and his words were full of concern.
Shu Ming listened to her heartbeat with his ear tilted, his face still buried in his aunt's shoulder. He suddenly made a muffled sound, abruptly interrupting his aunt's instructions.
"……Mother."
The hand on Shu Ming's back suddenly stopped.
For a moment, the only sounds were the croaking of frogs, the chirping of cicadas, and the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Shu Ming waited for a long time, but there was no response from the other party, so he looked up nervously.
Then, something cold fell on his neck.
Shu Ming subconsciously reached out and touched it.
It's tears.
This woman, who had lost her husband and was in the most difficult and tiring time, could still harvest the wheat in her own family by herself, and then go to two other families to help, to earn a meager amount of money to support her two children. She worked herself to the hospital without shedding a tear.
Shu Ming actually saw her tears at this moment.
Shu Ming was stunned for a moment, then smiled, reached out, and touched the face of the person who loved him most in the world.
Just like the tone his aunt used to tease him when he was a child: "Mom is a crybaby."
Outside the yard, childhood friends Wang Dazhuang and Qian Linsen drove a rickety little truck and called out to him from afar, "Shu Xiaoming, get in the car quickly! It's too late if you don't leave now—"
He turned around and responded.
Then he stood up, looked at the woman pitifully, and opened his arms: "I'm leaving, hug me again."
Then the woman slapped him hard on the back twice and pretended to be angry and drove him out.
But the cars had already disappeared at the end of the road, and she was reluctant to look away.
But - after a while, the woman rushed out of the house again in anger.
"Money! Why doesn't Shu Ming, that damn brat, bring any money with him again!!!"
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As it turned out, my aunt was right.
It is absolutely impossible to go out without money.
Shu Xiaoming, a country bumpkin, a foolish male college student, came to the prosperous capital alone. For the first time, he saw what a subway, a high-speed rail, a bustling CBD, and an airplane, which only existed in textbooks, were.
Then he made a very pathetic sound of "Wow".
Then I realized that the little living expenses I had were really not enough.
The bigger difficulty is that Shu Ming speaks Mandarin very slowly.
He mainly speaks Ning language at home. Although he has no problem listening and writing Chinese characters, he seldom uses it in daily communication.
This also caused Shu Ming to speak Mandarin in a confused and slow manner, and sometimes he would unconsciously add a little bit of the ending tone of his hometown dialect. When he was pushed to the edge, he would mumble a series of Ning dialect, and no one could understand what he was mumbling.
To be honest, many people find this quirk of his cuteness, but no one ever mentions it to him.
Fortunately, the three roommates assigned to Shu Ming were all pretty good.
Although there was a roommate who, when they first met, mocked him sarcastically, saying that he "couldn't speak Mandarin well", "had never seen the world", and "couldn't even recognize brand names", and he almost got into a fight with another roommate over this.
But for some reason, after spending half a semester together, this person's attitude towards him inexplicably softened a lot.
He even thought of ways to give him gifts and money - for example, the shoes he was wearing now were given to Shu Ming by this young master because he insisted that he bought the wrong size and couldn't return them.
Shu Ming quietly checked the prices and was shocked by the astronomical figures.
And then... put it on.
Yes, there was no drama of declining for the sake of dignity, Shu Ming thought. It was already not easy for him to suppress the urge to sell it.
But if I sell it, this guy will definitely be furious, so forget it.
However, after realizing that the young master was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, Shu Ming would occasionally bring this person along when chatting.
In her free time, she would hold a basketball, smooth her sweaty hair, and stand like a tall poplar in the breeze, shouting at him against the sun: "Xue Yingcheng, come and play basketball——"
Xue Yingcheng genuinely didn't like exercise, but the sight of Shu Ming's untidy hair swaying in the wind looked adorable. His mind wandered for a moment, and for some reason, his mouth moved faster than his brain, and he agreed, seemingly possessed.
An hour later, Xue Yingcheng was leaning on his knees on the court, gasping for breath. He regretted it so much that he wanted to kill himself who had just casually agreed to Shu Ming.
But no matter what, at least Shu Ming no longer treats himself as air.
Young Master Xue was exhausted and in a very miserable state. He should have held a grudge, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Thus, Shu Ming's happy college life officially began.
The academic pressure was not too heavy, and he got along very well with his roommates. After class, he would either play ball or work at a convenience store, practicing Chinese at the same time, and thus saved up a little money.
After going home for the Chinese New Year, Shu Ming saw that his aunt was taking good care of him. He felt relieved and returned to school happily.
Unfortunately, the following year, there was a flood near my home.
My childhood friend called and said that this year’s harvest is probably going to be a disaster. Not only is this year’s income gone, but he’s even lost a lot of money.
Fortunately, my aunt is fine.
Shu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, transferred all his savings back to him, and asked him to help take care of his aunt.
From then on, he gloriously became a penniless pauper.
Shu Ming never gave up. He simply chose to decisively refund his ticket home and prepared to continue his part-time job during the summer vacation.
That’s great, big cities have more opportunities.
Then, Shu Xiaoming, a cashier who was preparing for his final exams and scanning barcodes at a convenience store, was discovered by a scout again even though he was wearing an ugly work suit and a uniform work hat - yes, handsome people will be discovered by scouts.
What's more, someone like Shu Ming stands out in the crowd, as if he is a super sunny and handsome guy with a clear filter.
After all, no talent scout is blind.
This is the fourth time Shu Ming has been approached by a scout since he came to the capital.
But Shu Ming is not stupid. Even if he has never eaten pork, has he never seen a pig run?
There were too many kids tricked into the entertainment industry. The contracts those scouts offered were getting longer and longer. He didn't want to sell himself out for ten, twenty, or even longer years...
The city is so cunning QAQ, so scary.
But this time it's different.
The contract that the scout brought this time was a contract for a talent show.
Moreover, it is a temporary one-year contract.
This means that this contract is not the common indenture of ten or twenty years on the market. Even if there are pitfalls, it will be over after a year.
Not only that, the salary is much higher than when he worked at a convenience store, and he even has food and accommodation provided.
Shu Ming took the contract and read it over and over again.
My heart is moved.
Listen, the sound of heartbeat~
But Shu Ming is not a fool after all. He chooses to take the contract back and ask his roommates who are either rich or noble to help him take a look at it.
If you ask him about it, Shu Ming will definitely put his hands on his hips and say:
So what? This is called the rational use of social resources (convinced) (nods)
The author has something to say:
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I, Hu Hansan, am back again hahahahahaha
Thank you for your support, this chapter will randomly drop red envelopes (OvO)
The poem is quoted from "Watching the Wheat Harvest"
All place names and ethnic names are fictitious.
Don't get tied to reality.
All stars have no prototypes, and anyone who imitates them will become a failure.
Thank you all for watching our young man bravely venture into the entertainment industry\(^o^)/~
I wish everyone a happy new year on behalf of Shu Xiaoming (not
Let me emphasize again that the draft is just the beginning of the story, it is definitely not the whole story~ Give everyone a heart (OvO)
Then, the forum style of this article is a mixture.
Because the author is not a big fan of forums or db groups, I can only say that I occasionally go to both sides to eat melons, so I simply wrote a mixed version of the forum + group. . . Please forgive me (kneel
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