Chapter 931 The future version of Idol Producer Youth With You 101?
It's getting colder.
The courses at the Federal University are also coming to an end at the end of the year.
According to past experience, the mental healing department's vacation time is earlier than the mecha individual soldier department.
Then the exam time for sophomore year is earlier than that for freshman year.
This means that in less than 15 days, Qiuqiu will have to take part in the second round of tests.
Since Dean Zhu was one of the examiners at the school and the questions had not yet been announced, Qiuqiu always felt that it was unfair to go to him for training.
So Qiuqiu is taking a mock exam here at Mrs. El's place right now.
Mo Si, as a family member accompanying the examinee, stood outside the yard.
From impromptu Q&A sessions on theoretical knowledge to on-site operations, Qiuqiu basically passed them all in one go. After reviewing the entire process, Mrs. Al nodded and said, "You can skip a grade."
"With your level, it's a waste to stay back for a sophomore year."
"If you have this time, you can do more internships and more practical training, which will be much more useful."
"I think so too!" Qiuqiu raised her fluffy hands.
"Are you attending classes in the mecha department diligently?"
"Very hardworking! I think strength helps me grow!" Qiuqiu said, "My mental strength has improved because I've been training hard in the mecha department."
"Lately, I feel like I can even break through the shackles of my genes and board a heavy mecha."
It only takes a few seconds before he can't hold on any longer and falls down.
But Qiuqiu felt very confident that S was not the end of her. As long as she had enough mental strength, she could drive heavy armor.
"Very good." Mrs. Al gave a thumbs up.
Qiuqiu raised her head and smiled so hard that her eyes curved.
Her movements were too big, and Mo Si saw that she had finished the exam and walked into the yard.
"Qiuqiu."
"Mo Si!" She rushed up and took his hand.
Mrs. Al looked at the two people standing together, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful. She said "oh" twice and smiled like an aunt. "I haven't seen you for a while. You are so sticky."
Mo Si wouldn't respond to this kind of teasing, but Qiu Qiu would, "Only when they have a good relationship can they stick together."
"Grandma Al, we're having lunch together today! Let's bring the food over and eat together!"
“This is too troublesome…”
"Oh, what's the trouble?! It's all ready. Mo Si made it. There's an incubator. Just bring it over!"
She pulled Mo Si and trotted to the courtyard.
Mrs. Al felt very comfortable watching the two of them getting along.
The saw-mouthed gourd found its own saw.
Quite a match.
We had a lively meal at Mrs. El's house at noon. It's no secret that Mo Si's cooking skills have improved as he cooks more and more often.
It was already half past two when the robot butler came to clean up the mess.
Returning to the courtyard, Mo Si originally wanted to chat with Qiu Qiu, or build a snowman, or go out to buy clothes or watch a movie.
I didn’t expect that just after I got back, the company sent me another message.
Mingmei, Wanxing, Xiaoqian and Merlin were talking about the new evening party on the United Communications.
Recently, the attention paid to Federal Live has increased significantly.
The ultimate reason is that the format of the new evening party is too novel.
Qiuqiu has been busy studying and live streaming recently and has no time to read gossip. After hearing some gossip today, she felt particularly complicated.
Qian Xingxing: This time it is a joint selection, there are no divisions, voting is open, and almost all participants can vote.
Wanxing: Well, we used live broadcasts, various talent shows, and invited some celebrities to be judges.
Mingmei: Allowing the general public to participate in the live broadcast and voting is almost letting the public decide the life and death of the contestants.
Push unknown people onto the stage and use the votes in their hands to defeat popular anchors. The life and death of the people on the stage are all decided by the audience.
This feeling of controlling life and death has fascinated countless people.
The more Qiuqiu listened, the more puzzled she became: ...
Wait, a novel approach?
This, this looks so much like a 21st century talent show.
So, is fashion really a circle?
After three thousand years, we are back to square one.
Good evening!
(End of this chapter)
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