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I also found a part-time job, and Mo Xin was in a good mood.

Although the school waived his tuition and accommodation fees, and even provided a monthly living allowance of 500 yuan, he no longer needed to worry about money, and there was no need to work as a part-time tutor anymore, but he always felt that it was really

Giving up this part-time job would go against my original intention.

After all, the school is now waiving his tuition, which is like a good thing falling from the sky. If he is immersed in this kind of enjoyment and does not want to make progress, he will definitely fall in the future.

Mo Xin wanted to make money by his own skills and did not want to sit back and enjoy the gains. Otherwise, when Zhang Zhiyu said he would support his education, he would definitely have agreed and would not have said that he would have to work part-time to pay the tuition.

Now that the school has waived his tuition, he no longer needs to work part-time, but he still wants to try.

Didn't Zhao Hongyan say that no matter whether it works or not, it's still good to try.

Thinking of this, Mo Xin took a sip of coffee, then frowned: coffee is really bitter.

Mo Xin didn't have Zhao Hongyan's phone number, not even Fetion, which made Mo Xin a little regretful as he wanted to share his joy.

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, and he couldn't contact Zhao Hongyan. The sky outside was gloomy, so Mo Xin had no choice but to go back to his dormitory and watch TV dramas like Zhao Hongyan did.

Since he wants to try filming, he must study the acting skills of famous actors. For Mo Xin, it is always easier to learn by watching than by listening.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, after dinner, the three people in the military training went back to the dormitory to lie down, but they only had half an hour to rest after dinner.

When Mo Xin saw Yang Liu and Jiang Zheng lying on the bed as tired as dogs and unwilling to move, he was secretly grateful that the school had given him the privilege of not having to participate in military training.

When Yang Liu saw Mo Xin lying on the bed comfortably and watching TV, his resentment became even heavier, and he shouted: "Ah, why am I being scolded when I go to ask for leave!"

Yes, Mo Xin gave him an idea at noon, asking him to take leave in the afternoon and go to the hospital to see if he could get the doctor to issue a certificate that he did not need military training. Of course, the instructor was impossible to agree to his leave. Not only did he scold him, but he also

He ran five laps around the one-kilometer perimeter of the playground, and continued to stand in a military posture after finishing.

Seeing Yangliu full of resentment, Mo Xin couldn't help but laugh: "Maybe this is a world where faces are judged?"

"Get out of here, you!"

"If that doesn't work, you can go to the hospital after military training in the evening. Anyway, the hospital is staffed 24 hours a day."

Yang Liuyi pondered and said helplessly: "This is the only way."

Of course, if he goes to the hospital at night, he is destined not to have a doctor issue a certificate for him. Every year, there are tens of thousands of students in military training in several nearby universities. If all the students come to issue a certificate because they don’t want military training, is that okay? So the hospital

The leadership issued an order that if a doctor is found to have issued a certificate that he is ill and unable to participate in military training in violation of regulations, he will be fined heavily. If the case is serious, he will be expelled from the hospital.

Naturally, Yangliu didn't know, so his trip at night was destined to be in vain.

Seeing that both Yang Liu and Jiang Zheng were depressed, Mo Xin smiled and said, "Okay. After your military training in the evening, I'll treat you to a supper."

Yang Liu muttered, "That's pretty much it."

Mo Xin looked at Zhou Zhou: "It feels like military training is just like play to you."

Yang Liu groaned and said: "Zhou Zhou was selected by the instructor as the acting squad leader because of his good physical fitness and standard movements."

When Mo Xin heard this, he couldn't help but laugh: "Oh, that's good. You've become the squad leader."

Zhou Zhou chuckled and scratched his head: "As an agent, it's not of much use."

Yang Liu was not happy when he heard this: "I also want to be the squad leader. This way I can stop standing in military posture for a while."

Mo Xindao: "But the problem is that your physical fitness is not as good as anyone else's. Even if you become the monitor, you won't be able to convince the public."

Yang Liu rolled his eyes, covered his head with the quilt, and didn't want to pay attention to him. It was too shocking.

The half-hour break ended quickly.

When Zhou Zhou asked the two of them to get up and prepare to go to military training, Yang Liu kept complaining that the time was too short. His hopeless look made Mo Xin wonder, was it actually a wrong decision for him not to go to military training?

But no matter what, Mo Xin has his own things to do.

Even though military training lasts only half a month, it is a long and arduous time for ordinary people, but for Mo Xin, he was able to read dozens of professional books and digest them completely.

So Mo Xin started thinking of ways to escape military training before he entered school. After entering the National Arts University, he never expected that Principal Gong gave him more than one surprise, not to mention waiving tuition fees of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

He didn't even need to participate in military training. No wonder everyone who knew about it wondered whether he was the illegitimate son of the school leader.

Of course Mo Xin is not the illegitimate son of any leader, but this kind of thing cannot be explained, so I won't explain it anymore. Let's see if Zhao Hongyan can help get a certificate. Even if there is no certificate, it doesn't matter. The principal has already spoken out, hasn't he?

But the school treats him well, and he can't let others catch the school's pigtails.

The sky in September gets dark earlier than the sky in August. It gets dark at seven o'clock.

The cold wind blew in from the balcony, making people shiver. Mo Xin put on his coat and planned to go out to eat.

As soon as I walked to the first floor, I heard high-pitched singing sounds that sounded like ghosts coming from all directions on the playground. Mo Xin was stunned for a moment when he heard the singing, and almost stopped covering his ears. Of course, there were also some good singers.

However, they are generally concentrated on the other side of the school, which belongs to the conservatory of music...

One side just sang: "The sunset and the western mountains are red and the sky is flying..." The voice was quite normal, but the other side immediately started singing, "This power is iron, this power is steel!" Then not far away they sang again: "The military camp is a green flower.

flower……"

The one here hasn't finished singing yet, the other one's voice is high, the one here is not willing to be outdone and increases the volume, and the other one is not willing to admit defeat and just keeps doing it.

The sounds got louder and louder, and finally broke out, and the howling of ghosts and wolves filled the sky.

Several instructors covered their ears and hid away with tears in their eyes. The students were in high spirits, but they really couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the students. Some instructors saw that the sound of the formation they were leading was too quiet, so they immediately yelled at them to make it louder.

So on the night of the first day of military training, the entire playground seemed to turn into purgatory.

Mo Xincai felt like crying without tears. At this moment, he finally understood how wise it was for him not to participate in military training.

The University of Arts enrolls more than 8,000 students every year, and the performance department allocates nearly half, that is, two to three thousand people, and the remaining 5,000 people are divided among the other eight departments. As you can imagine, the chorus of 8,000 people burst out.

How majestic and... painful.

Mo Xin sighed, quickly covered his ears and walked out of the school.

After leaving the school gate, we were at least three to four hundred meters away from the playground. We could still hear the singing on campus. You can imagine how terrifying it is to be in the playground.

Because Mo Xin was alone at night, he originally planned to go to the cafeteria and deal with it, but because of the sound that echoed throughout the sky, he finally gave up and chose to eat outside the school.

At least it's quiet, right?

I chose a noodle shop and ordered some noodles. When I turned around, I happened to see Zhao Hongyan sucking. She was also eating noodles here and was quite happy.