Chapter 8 Eight

When the real exam came, the panic turned into calm.Silent calm.All the people were too lazy to say a word, walked hurriedly with their heads down, and their minds were spinning rapidly. "Oh! When will it be over?" "Cat" stretched before entering the examination room. Shi Bai quickly covered his ears and turned around. The solfeggio exam was interrupted by a tenor from the music department.It has been two hours since I took the dictation test, and I have heard all the chords. Only the last long three-part polyphony with temporary off-tone is left. This question accounts for the most points.This is the most stressful time for all candidates.But at this time, the door of the classroom of the vocal music department next door opened, and a tenor who had just finished the Chinese test was released.He sang a high and high "Mom—" heartily.Now, several people in the composition classroom lost tune with the sound of "Mom".I can no longer remember what key the teacher played on the piano just now, and I can no longer remember the standard tone.Some people even count the "Mom" as the highest voice.

Everyone hopes that some subject teacher suddenly fell ill or the house caught fire or something.As a result, a Chinese teacher was hit by a car, but the Chinese test was not stopped, and a more powerful invigilator was changed.In order to ease the atmosphere, the school decided to postpone the exam period and lengthen the interval between each exam, but the more it was delayed, the more nervous everyone became.The more nervous you are, the more you want the exam to come sooner rather than later, even if you fail all the exams in one day.The small card for review is full of review questions for each subject, and I have already memorized the lines. "Mudong" wrote on the art theory examination paper: "Yes: no."

The tenosynovitis bulge on the little man's hand got bigger again.When he played the piano, people always thought he had a walnut on the back of his hand.He sucked in air-conditioning while playing, and scolded his mother while playing.Finally, on the day of the piano exam, he quickly finished playing Chopin's left-hand etude, which was the main force of the hand with tenosynovitis.After playing, he lay on the piano and couldn't get up.When the examiner coaxed him to leave, he ran outside the solfeggio examination room of the Vocal Music Department as soon as he went out, and sang "Mom—" loudly.

In the national opera examination room, Li Ming had just finished singing, shaking his head: "Li Bai Doujiu...the fairy in wine..." Before the teacher nodded, he hurried to the playground and yelled at the physical education teacher: "Come on, eight Kilometers!" Then he circled the building panting.The physical education teacher is quite talkative, waiting on the playground with a stopwatch and a sword every day, and anyone can take the exam at any time as long as they have time. Finally, only the composition test was left.There was still one day left, but all the members of the composition department stopped going to the piano room and lay on the bed without making a sound.Only Shi Bai finally jumped up, ran into the piano room, slammed the door, and began to analyze the composition.

"Who can turn this whole day into night?" Li Ming asked under the covers. "Can" Ma Li got up and nailed a blanket to the window. "Oh, it's good that the sky never dawns." The little man cried happily. But when the bell rang the next morning, everyone quickly jumped out of bed, didn't even have time to eat breakfast, and ran into the piano room, where they analyzed the works almost without a clue.When the exam bell rang, "Cat"'s teeth were already vibrating. "Mudang" came over and hugged her in his arms. Professor Jia was very surprised when he saw it, "Does she have a fever?".

"I also have a fever." The "ignorant" teeth chattered. As soon as he took the blank five-line paper in his hand, Li Ming felt that his concentration was completely scattered, and he couldn't think about it.There are five motives written on a piece of paper, and you can pick any one that develops into a three-part composition.He had developed every motive, but none of them were pleasing to the eye.He wanted to play it safe, but his ears were full of crowded noises, and no harmonies sounded right to his ears.Any chord could be wrong, who knows what is right?He bit the bullet and picked a motive to write it down, and he fell into a chaotic trap as he wrote it.An anti-functional trap.He tried desperately to reverse the function, but his mind was a mess.functional circle.functional circle.he thinks.Someone started smoking.He was anxious to go to the bathroom.The point is that you don't know right or wrong, you don't know right or wrong at all.As he was writing, a long sound began to appear in his head, a long sound that always kept the same pitch and couldn't be higher.This long sound erased a series of his ideas, and he couldn't drive them away, and more and more people smoked.He wrote it eight times horizontally and eight times vertically.The smoker coughed.Suddenly he sees what the hell is right and wrong for a split second.There is no right or wrong, anyway, you will never be able to make Professor Jia say right. Thinking about it this way, he felt elated and relaxed, and ran to the toilet to urinate happily.

The exam went on until eight o'clock in the evening, and everyone handed in the papers one after another.Except for going to the bathroom and eating, no one left the examination room on this day, and they were not allowed to take the works out to prevent proofreading with the piano.At any rate, it's over, especially if the sheet music is beautifully written, I'm still very proud of it. Professor Jia stood there collecting the scores.While collecting the scores, he notified those who were about to leave: "Come back here on time at eight o'clock tomorrow." "What are you doing?"

"Take another exam."