Chapter 73： (1/2)
At first in the examination room, Jiang Mingqin looked at the blank manuscript paper and the test paper exuding the smell of printing ink. After she got the paper, she read it over and over several times. After thinking hard, her mind was still blank. Because of being too nervous, all the previous mathematical formulas appeared in front of me, but none of them seemed to fit.
She knew then that she was completely finished.
So there is no need to pretend, her face is terribly pale, her hand holding the pen is trembling, and her heart repeatedly wonders how she should faint. In the examination room, everyone is racing against time to do the test. The state is very abrupt.
The invigilator noticed her at a glance, and before he could take a few more glances, he saw the girl fainted lying on the table.
The young invigilator panicked suddenly. He is an ordinary teacher in a nearby middle school. This is the first year of invigilating the exam. He hasn't encountered a coma in the exam room, so he is quite a bit like an enemy, and he strode over. He patted the **** the shoulder and said with concern: "Classmates, classmates, are you feeling well?"
He only took two shots, and the force was very gentle, but as the thin white arms fell, the girl's thin body suddenly fell to the ground like a broken kite, her eyes closed tightly, revealing a beautiful face His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were not even bloody. The weak breathing as if the symptoms were not good caused the examination room to exclaim.
Because someone suddenly fell to his side, the boy at the next table was so scared that he screamed, and the stationery boxes filled with things fell all over the floor.
When the young invigilator saw this, he was so frightened that he didn't know how to put his hands and feet. He wondered in life, did he really be rude just now? Why did the examinee fall when he touched it? Another experienced veteran invigilator frowned, stepped forward with training, helped him up, and asked a few words, classmates, how are you doing? Can you persist?
After repeated inquiries and no answers, an ambulance was called. After all, the girl's appearance in a coma looks very serious. They always have some ordinary first aid medicine in the examination room, and they can only send people to the hospital. Otherwise, who knows what the girl is. If the treatment is not timely, they may have to recite it. On the responsibility of delaying treatment.
The arrival of the ambulance caused an uproar in the quiet campus. The students in the other examination rooms heard the noise. For a while, their minds were a little fluctuating, and they couldn't help thinking: Someone fainted, it was because of bad health. , I fainted by eating something in the morning, or the difficulty of this year's test questions is so terrible that I fainted? So they couldn't help turning back one by one to see the big math problems behind them.
Yin Minglu was not disturbed. After seeing the stretcher carried in the corridor and the face of the **** the stretcher, he withdrew his eyes disinterestedly, continued to write quietly, and repeated calculations on the manuscript paper, one by one. Junxiu's handwriting appeared on the scroll, very pleasing to the eye.
He had guessed that Jiang Mingqin would come here. When the whole class was assembled in the morning, the girl looked at her from time to time, biting her lip in resentment, her face tight, her eyes wandering, and she was absent-minded even when someone was talking to her. It didn't look like he was going to the exam room at all, but he was planning something.
At that time he knew that this girl must be doing something again, so it was not surprising. I guess I knew I couldn't pass him, and even knew I could only take a normal university, so I simply gave up this qualification to avoid his edge. When I talked about it, I had an excuse to answer. I was unwell, so I didn’t play well. After all, she didn’t even play on the court. She probably fainted when she first entered the examination room and wrote a name. Who knows her level, someone asked. At the beginning, believe it or not, she can only let her tongue shine.
Except for teachers and classmates, no one knows that she has no intention of studying in the past six months, so her level has dropped drastically.
After Yin Minglu finished the test paper, he turned back to the first page and checked it carefully. After making sure that there were no mistakes, he cleared the table and stepped out of the examination room calmly.
He was not the first person to leave the exam room. As soon as he left the school gate, he saw someone surrounded by reporters. Faced with a large number of microphones, the candidate scratched his head, his dark face blushed, and he seemed a little embarrassed.
Yin Minglu glanced at the TV reporters, then decisively lowered his hat, put on his school uniform, and took a detour, but his appearance was too conspicuous, and he was quickly discovered.
"Ah! It's Yin Minglu! He is there!" Someone had sharp eyes and could easily see through Yin Minglu's disguise.
"Where?" Another reporter immediately looked up, grabbed his camera, and looked around.
"It's the one in the hat! I recognize his shoes, and he showed them on Weibo!" This person kissed with confidence, and the reporter colleagues present instantly picked up spears and cannons, and rushed in stride.
"I found it, the director, the director, open the live broadcast room!" This colleague was a step late, could not find a place to plug in, and immediately cried to the live broadcast room.
Within half a minute, Yin Minglu fell into the circle of reporters, all of them were beaten up with blood, and he moved the microphone in front of him, and the flashlight flashed like an artificial day.
Outside the reporter's encirclement, there is another group of passersby watching the fun and eating melons, and the limelight seems to be watching some celebrity. Yin Minglu was completely unable to move, so he could only helplessly stop and accept the interview. As far as he is concerned, this is all commonplace.
Most reporters were still very polite, and could not restrain their excited smiles while asking several questions.
Reporter A: "Student Yin, you just finished taking a math in the morning. Do you think this year's math is difficult?"
Yin Minglu: "It's okay."
Reporter B: "Do you really have the business of checking scores for the college entrance examination?"
Yin Minglu: "Just kidding."
Reporter C: "Which school do you plan to take? You won a prize in New Zealand for your game last year, and Mr. Yin donated a huge sum of money to the local area. If you were admitted to your favorite school this time, would Mr. Yin have anything? Means?" God knows, everyone likes this kind of rich people who are in a good mood and scatter their money for charity.
Yin Minglu pondered for a while, and then said: "My dad seems to have said that no matter which school I became an alumnus, I will donate teaching buildings to that school." He has almost forgotten the original words, only remembered that Yin Yunqiu consulted him and donated it. Hearing whether the teaching building should be named after him, he quickly refused because of the shame it might bring. He usually shows off his wealth and goes to show off his wealth, but he doesn't have the kind of flaws in the circle that donate to any elementary school to call his own name.
As soon as his voice fell, a voice from the crowd hurriedly said: "Then Peking University welcomes you!"
It caused a roar of laughter.
Of course, there are also discordant questions in a group of gentle and homely questioning interactions. A reporter desperately shrank his beer belly, squeezed into the interview circle with enough strength, came to Yin Minglu, and suddenly raised a question: "President Xiao Yin, according to the news we received, he was just sent to the hospital. The girl student and you are in the same class. Her condition seems to be very serious. Will you visit her in the hospital soon?"
Yin Minglu replied politely: "Yes, but wait for the college entrance examination."
Hearing this, the reporter seemed to have caught some of his speech loopholes or handles, and immediately said in a sharp tone: "Why wait for the college entrance examination? Isn't it possible now? Last year, a girl had her menstrual period and was in the examination room with pain. A boy who had never known him carried him on his back and eagerly rushed him to the hospital. As classmates, you have a fellowship for nearly three years. Are you so cold-blooded and ruthless? You even do such trivial things as you visit your classmates in the hospital. Not?"