Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Downstairs, Lu Zhaoying came to Qin Ran after finishing dealing with the Lu family's affairs.

Lu Zhaoying and others also came to Cheng Juan's room, so they were not too curious. They just leaned on the sofa and asked Cheng Juan, "Where's Qin Xiaoran? Why didn't you see her?"

According to the previous point, Qin Ran should have woken up earlier.

Hearing Lu Zhaoying's words, Cheng Juan glanced upstairs subconsciously, and frowned slightly: "I'm practicing the violin, I should be coming out, and I have to go to the Violin Association this afternoon for a...assessment?"

Cheng Juan didn't know much about entering the Violin Association's exhibition competition, so he used an assessment often used in M ​​state.

When Lu Zhaoying heard this, his spirit was shaken. He sat up straight on the sofa: "Assessment? Does that mean Qin Xiaoran wants to play the violin?"

Most people knew that Qin Ran was Master Wei's apprentice, but Lu Zhaoying had never heard Qin Ran play the violin before, and now his spirits lifted.

Lu Zhaoying wasn't very interested in violin recitals, but as soon as he heard that it was Qin Ran, he became interested.

Speaking of which, none of the people present had ever heard Qinran play the violin once.

While the two were talking, Qin Ran went upstairs and downstairs.

Cheng Mu was standing on the shelf by the window with the kettle in his hand to observe the shape of the flowerpot. When he saw Qinran, he immediately put down the kettle in his hand.

Then she went to the kitchen to wash her hands and brought out her meal.

Qin Ran yawned. While flipping through her phone, she pulled the chair by the dining table and sat down. Then she began to eat slowly with chopsticks.

"What time do you leave?" Cheng Juan leaned on the sofa and asked.

"Finish." Qin Ran drank milk with a straw in her mouth, squinting her eyes.

The assessment starts at nine o'clock in the morning. Although it is only seven o'clock, there are still a series of procedures to go through earlier.

**

At half past eight, Cheng Juan, Qin Ran and others had already stopped at the door of the Violin Association.

Wen Yin had already called Qin Ran to ask her when she would arrive, and she was standing at the parking lot waiting for a few people.

"Teacher Wen." Qin Ran spoke to Wen Yin very politely.

"Miss Qin, come with me." Although Qin Ran asked herself to hear Teacher, Wen Yin didn't dare to trust her. After all, this is Master Wei's apprentice, and Master Wei's status in the violin world is unshakable.

Qinran's name was reported to Master Wei the night before yesterday, so the rush was very tight, and there were still many personal procedures that had not been completed.

Wen Yin took Qinran to the data collection room first.

Cheng Juan stopped at the door. The phone in his pocket rang, so he stopped at the door and answered it in a low voice.

But the view from the door is good, you can see the situation inside.

The caller was Mr. Cheng.

"Zhou Shan has called me several times." On the other end of the phone, Mr. Cheng stood under the quaint corridor, fiddled with a parrot, "Did Ran Ran decide which school to choose?"

In Beijing, Beijing University and A University can also enter the world rankings.

In particular, Beijing University has risen rapidly in recent years.

Cheng Juan leaned against the door frame and raised his eyebrows casually: "Didn't you already know about it? Beijing University."

He could only repeat it once.

"Oh, that's it, I see." After getting the answer, Mr. Cheng didn't hang up immediately. After a long while, he said, "Your sister came back last night and asked where you are."

"I see," Cheng Juan glanced at the information collection room, "Hang up first, there is still something to do here."

He talked to Mr. Cheng and cut off the phone.

On Mr. Cheng's side, he finished calling Cheng Juan.

He didn't speak either.

Standing not far from him, Zhou Shan, who came over to help him run errands and fetch bird food, couldn't bear it anymore, "Mr. Cheng, are you saying something? Qin Ran chose University A?"

He helped Mr. Cheng run errands yesterday, and it was not until today that Mr. Cheng let go to help him find out.

Seeing Mr. Cheng's silent expression, Zhou Shan once again wanted to strangle himself who had bargained with Mr. Cheng several days ago.

"That's not true." Old Master Cheng glanced at Bird Food.

Zhou Shan handed it over immediately: "You use it."

Mr. Cheng grabbed a few pieces of bird food, fed them to the parrot, and then said slowly, "She chose Beijing University."

"Really?" Zhou Shan's eyes lit up, and he lost his sense of dejection, "Then I'll go back and adjust the file quickly... Bird food, Mr. Cheng, you use it, you use it..."

Not far away, Cheng Butler brought tea to the two: "..."

**

At the moment Qin Ran is still in the collection room of the Violin Association.

The data collection room is not big, and there are only five computer desks in total. The left side is separated by glass, and rows of data can be seen. Equipment, fingerprinting equipment and a computer.

Seeing Wen Yin coming in, the people in the data collection room immediately stood up and said, "Director Wen."

Wen Yin is a member of Master Wei, and he was the president of other provincial associations before, and he took power as soon as he came. Everyone in the Violin Association knows that Wen Yin is famous.

Compared with other departments of the Violin Association, the data collection office is a small place that cannot be smaller.

It is also rare for these people to see people like Wen Yin and Master Wei on weekdays.

Seeing it at this time, it is inevitable to be surprised.

"Miss Qin, come here to collect some information." Wen Yin greeted the people in the information collection room before looking at Qin Ran, "Take a digital photo and record your fingerprints."

The people in the data collection room immediately got ready to work, sat in front of the computer, recorded electronic photos for Qinran, and opened the association's information entry network.

"Director Wen, is this here for membership today?" the person who recorded the information asked after opening the webpage.

Hearing Wenyin's "hmm", the input staff opened the general information collection page.

There are many people who want to join the exhibition competition today, but there are not many people who can really successfully join the association and be favored by the teacher.

These people who came to participate in the exhibition competition had already registered their names and recorded their data half a month ago. If they failed to pass the exhibition competition, they would be directly deleted by the general information network.

Wenyin has been in the capital for more than half a year, and naturally knows the hierarchical method here, and directly asks the input staff to cross out the normal information input.

Let him open the above one for senior students.

Seeing Wen Yin pointing at the "senior student" on the computer screen, the person who entered the information was taken aback, but opened it quickly.

Wen Yin handed a form that had been printed out to the information entry staff.

The input personnel collected Qinran's fingerprints and electronic photos, and then began to fill in the information on the form.

"You fill it in slowly. I'll take Miss Qin to the performance hall." Wen Yinchao and the others nodded and took Qin Ran away.

After they left, other people in the office gathered around.

"Senior student? Who is this?" The group looked at each other, only watching the person who recorded the information fill in Qin Ran's information.

Before participating in today's exhibition match, he became a senior member directly.

**

It was nearly nine o'clock, Wen Yin brought Qinran backstage, and handed her a number, 17.

"Miss Qin, this is your number plate for the exhibition game, it was randomly drawn."

Qin Ran took it over, glanced at it, then put it on her waist casually, and took two steps inside.

Lu Zhaoying reached out and patted her shoulder, "Come on."

Qin Ran raised her eyebrows.

Wen Yin gave Qin Ran a few more precautions, and then turned to look at Cheng Juan, Lu Zhaoying and the others: "Young Master Cheng, follow me to watch the stage."

Today's exhibition match is an internal match, and parents can watch it.

Wen Yin knew that Cheng Juan and the others would come, so he reserved a second row of internal personnel for them.

Both Cheng Mu and Lu Zhaoying walked inside, and Cheng Juan sat on the edge.

The first row is the position of seven teachers.

These seven teachers are all old members of the association, and several are rating teachers.

After each exhibition match, the seven teachers will give corresponding scores. As long as more than half of the people agree to join the association, the student can successfully join the association.

There are already six people sitting in the seats of the seven teachers, and there is still a seat on the far left for Wen Yin.

These six people were discussing with each other which of the new members this year was more conspicuous. When they saw Wen Yin approaching, they all stood up, "Director Wen."

"Director Wen, why do you come to see this kind of rating?" Wen Yin is definitely a powerful figure in the association.

Generally, they directly manage the assessment of senior students, or are responsible for other things.

This kind of entry rating made him come here, which is a bit suspected of killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, which is really surprising.

"Let me take a look at the quality of this year's students." Wen Yin smiled lightly.

The assessment has not officially started yet, a teacher took a look at the list of appearance order, and smiled: "There are indeed a few seedlings this year, No. 6 and No. 9. I think there may be a fourth level. The object of the competition for apprenticeship, whether Director Wen has any plans to accept apprentices, if you want to accept apprentices, you don't need to fight."

Just one, Wen Yin is a celebrity under Master Wei, these students know how to choose.

Wen Yin sat down, picked up the pen, and smiled, "Not necessarily."

"what?"

"It doesn't have to be number 6 or number 9." Wen Yin glanced at the stage.

The number of those who can come to the association to participate in the exhibition competition is finally determined after a series of selections. The minimum registration standard is amateur level nine. Others are not only based on skills, these teachers value talent and aura more.

Therefore, the materials in the hands of the teachers have written the general situation of each person.

Hearing what Wenyin said, the other teachers looked at each other in blank dismay, not necessarily No. 6 and No. 9...

Who else could it be?