"Why……"

Peng Hui sighed and sat in the newly assigned dormitory, with a little bitterness in his mouth.

The reason why I chose the puppet performance major was because of helplessness.

The art exam is from December of the previous year to March of the second year.

And the time requirement is in the first semester of senior high school.

But at that time, Peng Hui had no plans in this regard, so he naturally missed it.

As a result, he was in a tragedy.

If he wants to continue taking the art exam, he has to wait for another year, that is, he has to repeat the exam for another year, then take the art exam again, and then take the college entrance examination, and then get into the major he wants to take.

However, this is obviously not true.

Not to mention that he is unwilling to take the exam, even if he really goes, he may not be able to pay for the resumption of the exam.

Although his parents left behind a lot of money when they passed away, it was not much, and Peng Hui had to spend three years in college with that little money.

If you go to repeat the exam and take the art exam again, the expense will be too high.

He can't afford it at all.

As for my sister, it’s not that I can’t help, but...

He is an 18-year-old adult after all, and it is impossible to say that he spends money on his married sister like this.

It happened that at this time, because there were too few students in Shanghai Theatre this year, there were not many students in many majors. He unexpectedly got this opportunity during the second round of enrollment expansion.

Although the major he applied for in the end was not his ideal guide mixed performance major, he did not come for the degree certificate of the guide mixed performance major, at most he could take the course.

Anyway, as long as you have enough credits in your subject, it will not restrict you from studying, so Peng Hui came.

To be honest, this is his first time leaving home and his first time to come to the Magic City.

How to say it, it's extremely uncomfortable.

It was fine when I came here, with a school bus and students from all over the country. Although I had accents, I could understand them.

But when the people disappeared suddenly, they were surrounded by all the local dialects of the Demon City, which made a Northeastern man like Peng Hui very uncomfortable.

Sighing, Peng Hui went out with the meal card he had just completed with the help of his enthusiastic senior.

Because it's a meal, there are still many people.

But what made Peng Hui feel sad was that the female seniors who are professional in puppet performance are pretty good. They can only say that they are more than the average, but this number...

Looking at the side of a senior sister, the eyes of more than a dozen seniors were glowing green, Peng Hui felt a burst of pain.

It's also sad enough to say.

A student majoring in puppet performance in Level 13 only admitted one Peng Hui. In other words, he didn't even have the chance to skip classes.

When Peng Hui thought of the face of the head teacher with a very serious expression, he felt very disappointed.

"A classmate is a new face, a new junior?" A gentle voice sounded in his ears, pulling Peng Hui's spirit back.

What appeared in front of him was a honest senior.

As for why it is the senior...

He is the only student in this major this year. What are the others who are not seniors?

"Hello, senior, my name is Peng Hui, I am a freshman at level 13." Peng Hui greeted with a smile.

"Ah! You are Peng Hui!" The senior exclaimed, attracting considerable attention from the surrounding area.

Peng Hui felt guilty, smiled awkwardly, and asked in a low voice: "Senior... do you know me?"

"Hey, look at me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Wang Kun, I am a senior three years older than you."

"Hello, Senior Wang Kun." Peng Hui greeted him again.

"Of course I know you, you are the only bloodline in our major this year!"

Why did Peng Hui get worse and worse when he heard it, and asked strangely: "Senior, what do you mean..."

"Don't you know?" the senior asked strangely: "Our major has not been able to accept freshmen for many years and has never been able to meet the standards. The school has already reported that our major will be cancelled."

"Ah?" Peng Hui was completely stunned.

"Don't worry, when the profession is gone, we will also incorporate the subordinates of other instructors. Anyway, it will be much better than here." Wang Kun said indifferently.

"Senior..." Peng Hui asked carefully: "Is our professional... very bad?"

"Do you really don't know? Or are you pretending to be stupid?"

"ah?"

"Didn't I tell you? Our major can never recruit people."

"That senior, you..."

"Me? My father spent 200,000 yuan to get me a place." Wang Kun said indifferently.

Peng Hui was in awe of grace.

I actually saw the living rich second generation!

If Wang Kun knew, he would have to strangle the boy in front of him to death.

What is living?

Has he seen dead?

"Cough!" Peng Hui asked curiously: "Senior Wang, how long has it been since our major been taken to students?"

"It's been two years." Wang Kun said casually.

"That……"

"Oh, I forgot an important thing! I'm leaving first, by the way, my junior, listen to the advice of my senior, hurry up and establish a good relationship with teachers in other majors, and then you can get better into your favorite major. If you say that, it's your business whether you listen or not." After that, Wang Kun left directly.

"Not a senior..." Seeing Wang Kun's figure disappear, Peng Hui said with a smile: "How did you know I want to apply for other majors..."

"Nonsense, except for the rich second generation Wang Kun, who would be so stupid to apply for this broken major?" A cold female voice came from beside her.

Peng Hui frowned and looked over.

This is a pretty girl, but she looks a little cold.

"Hmph!" Only then did I realize that Peng Hui was a student who applied for the puppet performance major. The girl snorted coldly, without apologizing, and turned around and left.

Peng Hui rolled his eyes and started to have dinner in a depressing manner.

After just taking a few bites, he seemed a little depressed.

The canteen of Shang Opera is naturally fine, and there are no flies, stones and other things.

But this taste...

But it's totally sweet.

Peng Hui is an authentic Northeastern person. Although he is usually mistaken for Ludi people in terms of accent, his taste does tend to be in the Northeastern person.

In other words, he likes to eat spicy food.

However, this is the Magic City and the Shanghai Theater, so the taste is inevitably somewhat biased towards the local dishes of Magic City.

That is, it's a bit sweet.

Although Peng Hui is not unable to eat sweet food, all the food is sweet, which is a bit unbearable.

But thinking that people who were not familiar with the place here and didn't even know where to eat, Peng Hui had a bitter face and gritted his teeth and swallowed the somewhat suffocating food.

After lunch, Peng Hui returned to the dormitory.

As soon as the door opened, I saw three people chatting.

"Oh, this is the classmate I came to before, right? Hello, I am Lu Shan from the Performance Department of Level 13, I am from Lu Di, brother, where are you?" A familiar classmate smiled and greeted him.

"Hello, I am Peng Hui, a professional puppet performance at Level 13, and I am from Northeast China." Li Shangjun, Peng Hui greeted with a smile.

However, what made his expression slightly sluggish was that when he heard that Peng Hui was a professional puppet acting, the other people's emotions became much colder.

"Professional, Liu Ming." said a classmate wearing glasses.

"Director, performance mix class, Guo Feng." A classmate who was changing clothes said casually.

Peng Hui took a look at Guo Feng more.

Guo Feng is a flat-headed man with a height of about 180 and looks good.

Not low-looking.

It happens to be the popular sunny man in the circle today.

Previously, because it was noon, Peng Hui deliberately wore an old-fashioned black-framed glasses when he went out. He was originally seven points tall, but it would be nice to have two or three points left when he was left.

So the others glanced at Peng Hui and lost their enthusiasm.

Fortunately, Peng Hui is not a very enthusiastic person, so he didn't care.
To be continued...