While talking, he called Yuan Tong with his cell phone.

When several students from the second middle school whispered a few times, Zhang Yang abducted Lin Yiran away, all of whom were stunned.

Yuan Tong was indeed waiting outside the school for Lin Yiran to finish the exam. Zhang Yang and Lin Yiran went over to get the file bag together. Lin Yiran was both angry and funny, "You are so stupid that you can even forget the admission ticket."

Zhang Yang secretly complained that if it weren't for you, I, a person as thorough as I, would have made such a low-level mistake? It's hard to say it directly, so as not to be frivolous and roll your eyes without explaining it.

"Be careful, don't make low-level mistakes like forgetting to write your name, forgetting to write your admission ticket number, and forgetting to apply the answer sheet when you look back..."

Lin Yiran had a chance and repeated the words each of his parents and Aunt Kong's instructions to Zhang Yang several times. Zhang Yang had been scolded several times at home, so he was reluctant to listen to her long-winded words, but after only interrupting, Lin Yiran said, "You can even forget the admission ticket!" and smashed it over, making him unable to resist.

Zhang Yang, who was ravaged all the way, went to the second floor, waved his hand and ran to the third floor. Behind him, Lin Yiran's smiled reminder: "Remember, don't forget!"

After this episode, Zhang Yang arrived at the third floor. Before he could wait for a long time, an invigilator came over and opened the classroom door. So he entered the classroom, listened to the test specifications, turned off his mobile phone, received the test papers, and started answering questions.

The exam time ranged from 9:30 to twelve o'clock, a total of 150 minutes. It was roughly relaxed and happy. Zhang Yang only took a little more than an hour to answer all the questions, and then read the additional questions for the poem:

After the college entrance examination, we will say goodbye to our familiar classmates, teachers, and even our hometown, and usher in a new beginning in our lives. At this time, do you have any thoughts?

Please write a poem to express it (poems and lyrics are available, without limiting rhymes, lyrics.)

Zhang Yang pondered for a moment, held the long-winded pen in his hand, and read it with a wave of relaxed running script:

The vast sorrow of parting is slanting in the sun, and the whip is whip eastward and the end of the world is the end of the world.

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
Chapter completed!