When An Yi arrived at the hospital room with a bouquet of sunflowers on the weekend, Jin He had just finished a set of test papers. An Yi was grading his answers while frowning with worry.
He was worried that Jin He was overworked.
Jin He looked calmly at the practice questions in his hand. Although his chest was still so painful that he dared not move, he could move his hands. As long as his hands could move, he could do the questions. These basic questions didn't require much brainpower, so he just picked them up to practice.
Upon entering the room on weekend evening, Jin He thought she had gone to the wrong place; this wasn't a hospital ward, but a classroom. Seeing someone standing in the doorway, Jin He's smile broadened: "Brother Zhou! What brings you here!"
"What are you doing?!"
On the weekend, she stared wide-eyed in disbelief, "Do you even know you're a patient? You just had open-chest surgery!"
"I know, it doesn't require any brainpower." Jin He put down the practice questions and invited Zhou Mo to sit down. Seeing that he was still holding flowers, she said, "Oh, you came all this way, why did you bring flowers?"
"I originally wanted to bring some snacks, but An Yi told me you've been avoiding certain foods lately," Zhou Mo said gently as he sat down next to him. "How have you been feeling lately?"
"I'm much better," Jin He said, "but the doctor said I can't be discharged right away."
"Hmm, listening to the doctor is always a good idea." Zhou Mo glanced at the test paper in Jin He's hand and asked, "Is this high school math?"
"Ah..." Jin He touched her head, her pale lips forming a shy smile, "You know, I don't have a high level of education."
Do you want to take the college entrance exam again?
“Hmm.” Jin He nodded. “I’ve been preparing for my academic subjects lately. I haven’t done them for seven or eight years, and picking them up again is quite difficult. My grades aren’t as good as they were when I was in school.”
Good news for the weekend! I picked up the test paper and flipped through it. It was a math test of moderate difficulty, with a full score of 150. Jin He answered 139.
For a moment, I wondered how likely it was that he was in Versailles.
"139 isn't high?" Zhou Mo asked, his eyes wide. "What school are you planning to apply to?"
"Sea play."
"With grades like yours, you're applying to art schools!" Zhou Mo felt it was a complete waste of talent, so he asked again, "Were you a top candidate for Tsinghua or Peking University when you were in school?"
Jin He shook her head, unconsciously letting out a sigh of relief at the end of the week. If that was the case, then it wasn't such a big loss...
"I dropped out of high school in my second year. At that time, my teacher asked me to go to Beijing to participate in some kind of math Olympiad. It was said that the first place in the country would get a guaranteed admission to university and could be sent abroad to study..."
"you……"
"Oh, I dropped out of school to hand out flyers right before the finals," Jin He said, scratching his head. "But some schools have already contacted me, but I didn't go."
What school?
Stanford.
weekend:"……"
"You've already been accepted into Stanford! And you didn't go!"
"Ah, because tuition isn't included, and my family's situation is a bit special, so I didn't go!"
"What have those damned bastards in your family done to you?!"
Logically speaking, he shouldn't have said such inappropriate things on the weekend, but he just couldn't hold back anymore. Heaven knows how much he liked those hardworking kids, especially since he knew about Jin He's family situation. He was a true example of someone who had been through adversity, a promising student who was guaranteed admission to a prestigious foreign university but was dragged into the entertainment industry and wasted so many years!
Every time I think about it over the weekend, my heart aches, as if I have developed a heart condition.
Even An Yi hadn't expected Jin He to be such a good student. He'd thought he might have been a model student before, but he never imagined...
"But it's not too late for me to start working hard now, is it?" Jin He scratched the back of his head. "But it's okay, hey, I'm doing pretty well now, aren't I?"
"How can that be the same?" She neatly arranged Jin He's test papers over the weekend. "What about your English? How's it going?"
Jin He handed a perfect score English test paper to Zhou Mo. The listening, reading and writing sections were all answered flawlessly. Even the subjective writing questions were written in neat handwriting, and various long and difficult sentences were used with ease.
Are you a humanities student or a science student?
"Science student."
"Let me see your science exam paper."
Jin He handed another folder to Zhou Mo. Zhou Mo opened it and saw that the combined science score was 278.
weekend:"……"
How many points could you get in Chinese?
Jin He shook his head: "An Yi doesn't know how to grade Chinese exams, so he didn't."
"Bring it here so I can take a picture," Zhou Mo said. "I know a high school Chinese teacher; I'll have him review it for you."
The results came out quickly. Half an hour later, Zhou Mo took his score of 128 and calculated his total score: "695... Are you sure you don't want to try for Tsinghua or Peking University?"
Jin He shook his head: "I don't know what to learn, and besides, it wouldn't be of any use to me."
"You're going to study acting?"
Jin He nodded: "Acting is quite interesting."
Over the weekend, I touched Jinhe's head with a mix of heartache and regret. He really has such a bright mind. He has been studying for seven or eight years and still remembers it so clearly.
“You don’t need to study academic subjects anymore. You should find an arts exam tutor to improve your voice, acting, and physical expression.” Having composed herself over the weekend, she used the opportunity to analyze things for Jin He, saying, “I know someone in the industry. Why don’t you have him come over and give you some advice?”
"OK."
So half an hour later, Fu Youwu stood in front of the hospital bed with a new humidifier, looking at Zhou Mo and then at Jin He.
I feel a little awkward...
"Ah!" Jin He exclaimed in realization, "You are! Fu Youwu!"
Weekend tilted her head: "Huh? You two know each other?"
An Yi: "Oh, I forgot to tell you."
"Didn't I tell you that I met someone at the resort who really wanted to sign me?" Fu Youwu whispered in Zhou Mo's ear. "It was him. He even rejected me. He wanted to take the art exam, right? Isn't that a bit too much?"
"Yes, he's quite smart. Don't doubt him. Look at his mock exam."
Fu Youwu took his test paper and flipped through it for a while, then suddenly widened his eyes: "With this score, you'll have to apply to the Maritime Theatre!"
Jin He nodded obediently.
"What a pity! Why didn't you try for Tsinghua or Peking University!"
"It won't work for me," Jin He answered honestly. "I like acting... So what? Is it a big problem?"
Fu Youwu shook his head solemnly: "It's not a big problem, but we need to find a reliable art exam tutor. What if she passes the academic subjects but fails the art exam? That would be a disaster... No, I have to enroll Fang Xiaoke in a tutoring class as soon as I get back. Damn it. There are so many 'failures' in the entertainment industry these days. They can even make typos when they're just doing a visit. My artists absolutely cannot make that kind of mistake."
"Is Fang Xiaoke also taking the college entrance exam next year?" Jin He asked.
"Yes, but he's been training since he was little, so his academic performance isn't very good. I've been trying to tutor him recently. It seems like I can't put the two of you together, it would be too damaging to his confidence. He can only recite the sine and cosine theorems, and he can't do anything if it's slightly different."
Jin He was very enthusiastic: "We can study together. I can teach him. Math is very simple."
"Forget it." Fu Youwu felt that this was absolutely unacceptable. "Your heart is already weak."
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