It's all his fault for being an artist!

Chapter 16 Joint Examination, Classmates and Friends, Writing

This facelifted model, independently developed by Shanghai Volkswagen, was positioned as a high-end mid-size sedan and was jokingly referred to as the "Passat B5.5" that year.

Although compared to other high-end business sedans, the Passat Lingyu lags behind the BBA (BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Audi) series in terms of price.

However, for ordinary families in Shanghai, the Volkswagen brand has long been synonymous with words like "stability" and "restraint," making it a favorite among local business people.

Of course, this is just a car after all.

The cause of the commotion must be attributed to the people sitting in the car.

"Xiao Mu's here! How's the preparation going? Are you confident?"

"Principal Wu, needless to say, what would we do if she lacked confidence?"

"Mu Ziling's level is definitely going to break into the top 50 in the city."

"It can't be that low, don't talk nonsense. It should at least be in the top ten!"

"..."

Mu Ziling stepped out of the car with gentle movements.

She changed into that pale yellow down jacket and seemed to really like it.

The moment her beautiful figure appeared, it seemed to bring vitality to the gray street with her vibrant color.

What do you hear a cloudy day say?

In the dim light, I wanted to tell the sky that no matter what, I'm happy on a cloudy day.

Tell the cloudy day to stop being silly; I've missed you for so, so long.

A gust of wind blew, bringing a biting chill that made many students waiting for their exams instinctively tuck their heads into their collars.

With her slender figure, she raised her hand and gently tugged at her bangs, stopping them from flying wildly.

Her high ponytail was pretty and lively, making her stand out in the crowd.

All eyes immediately shifted to Mu Ziling.

When she looked up, she saw Cheng Wang across the street.

Her beautiful eyes, unintentionally unfocused, suddenly brightened and sparkled.

"strangeness……"

Lin Qin muttered to herself, her expression full of confusion, and watched the car drive away without stopping for a moment.

"Lingling's dad is still abroad, right? And her family doesn't seem to own this Volkswagen."

Cheng Jianhua replied in a matter-of-fact tone, completely unconcerned: "Why do you care about other people? She's not your daughter-in-law, why are you worrying so much?"

"Are you kidding me? How come your son has been studying art all this time, and their family has helped a lot? Don't say such hurtful things."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

"Go back to their neighborhood and ask them what's going on."

"..."

Cheng Wang raised his free arm and waved to Mu Ziling in greeting.

She put on a gentle smile.

Because all the top students in the principal's class were gathered together, Wu Hao was giving them a pep talk before the exam.

Mu Ziling quietly raised one finger, turned her back to the teacher and classmates, and secretly tapped a few times.

Is this a way of indicating that they can't leave?

Cheng Wang grinned, his chin slightly raised.

The outstretched palm, held high, spins in mid-air as the wrist rotates.

When the action stops.

A thumbs-up that stands out prominently in the crowd has been raised by Cheng Wang.

Mu Ziling nodded vigorously, her hair flowing freely in the wind.

Let's both get high scores on the joint entrance exam!

Keep it up, you'll definitely win!

It was a minor incident that went unnoticed.

During their daily studies together, many people would quietly observe Mu Ziling, hoping for a chance encounter that would lead them closer.

Even though some classmates noticed her strange behavior.

After searching for a while, I spotted the person across the street.

Upon discovering that the other party was Cheng Wang, who was often singled out as a negative example, he couldn't help but feel resentful.

However, the studio principal, Wu Hao, was in charge.

They tried to stop Mu Ziling and Cheng Wang from communicating remotely, but to no avail; it was simply impossible.

There's no need to elaborate on the boys who took the exam in the same venue but from different art studios.

Aya Muko is indeed beautiful; she is stunning from every angle.

No matter what you say.

The exam hasn't even started yet, so I can't just run over and shout:

"Little sister, is your brother's tone too strong?"

Is Wu Hao, the principal who personally pays for students' exams, a fake?

The subtle interactions between Cheng Wang and Mu Ziling, witnessed in such a public setting, seemed to have become a secret that no longer needed to be mentioned.

Not long after.

The waiting queue finally started to move.

For all art students taking the exam today.

Now there's some unexpected good news.

The rain clouds, still hanging in the air, did not drop a single drop of water.

A few rays of sunlight pierced through the gray-black background, warming the air considerably.

If the color exam is in the afternoon, and I can maintain this feeling, the fact that the paint can't dry completely might not be an obstacle.

"Son, remember, don't be nervous. Teacher Wang said you'll definitely have no problem with your hearing. Just stay calm during the exam..."

"Alright, alright, we're already at the exam hall entrance, stop putting pressure on Cheng Wang."

Cheng Jianhua, unusually displaying the authority of a proper head of the household, interrupted his wife.

He then looked at Cheng Wang, and the father and son exchanged glances, everything understood without words.

Parents show their care in different ways.

Lin Qin's nagging was incessant, as if she wanted to stuff the whole world into her ears. Cheng Jianhua, on the other hand, remained calm and composed at crucial moments, and was able to protect the family.

In a past life, when my parents escorted me to the exam, was this the same scene I see now?

They probably mean something similar.

But it seems...

Is it missing a sentiment called "trust"?

"Dad, Mom, wait for my good news."

Cheng Wang stepped out and joined the other examinees in the queue.

Charge forward to the battlefield where no blood or gunpowder is visible.

……

Find that classroom that left a deep impression on you, the one you had been to before.

I just walked in.

Cheng Wang then exchanged a smile with one of the boys who was sitting and organizing art supplies.

"Speaking of Yu Guan, Old Wang was giving a lecture until very late yesterday, right?"

He jokingly called out the name of his classmate, a skilled sketcher.

Tan Yu Guan immediately became agitated and said, "Holy crap, don't even mention it! You have no idea, Old Wang was talking like a maniac, it scared me so much I thought he was giving a lecture on 'My Struggle'... Wait, weren't you on leave at home? How did you find out?"

"Do you believe I'm just guessing?"

"I don't believe it."

"Then you can take this as Mu Ziling relaying my message."

"roll."

As Yu Guan cursed and swore, his movements as he fiddled with his art supplies became noticeably more forceful.

The male-to-female ratio among art students is at most 4:6.

Tan Yuguan was one of the boys he got along well with in the art studio.

If he hadn't been reborn, he would actually be the most promising player among Wang Huiming's students.

It was a real shame in the end.

Young A-Tan's joint entrance exam results were not ideal.

What's even more regrettable is that...

His failure to pass the exam was not even due to his poor performance on the day, but rather due to some extremely disgusting external reasons.

Many years later, we met again and talked about it.

Tan Yuguan, who left the art industry long ago to join the ranks of civil service exam takers, only treats the past as a lighthearted topic of conversation.

But that sense of loss infected a group of brothers, including myself, who all cursed loudly back then, and it was no mere pretense.

Fortunately, he lived up to his potential and, with his insignificant "financial father," managed to latch onto the new energy vehicle industry and gain some recognition.

Nothing.

Who told me to have known you for over a decade?

I'll just give you a hand out of the goodness of my hand!

Cheng Wang sat down next to him and began tidying up his art supplies.

He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "After the second drawing exam, when the papers are collected, don't rush to hand in your drawing."

Tan Yu Guan looked up in a daze, not quite reacting.

"What do you mean?"

"Would you dare to trust me just one more time?"

"Of course I'd be willing, I believe you."

"Then do as I say. When you hand in your paper, listen to me and ignore the person collecting the papers who is urging you to do so."

"OK."

Students gradually arrived at the examination room.

The proctors then arrived one after another with the exam papers.

There is a big difference between art exam rooms and academic exam rooms: the seats for candidates are not too far apart, only slightly more spacious than the crowded rows of seats in an art studio.

The exam rules definitely do not allow copying.

However, drawing is not a fill-in-the-blank or multiple-choice question where you can simply copy the correct answer to get points.

Even if there are excellent examples right there, your eyes and brain may say they understand, but your hands say they can't draw them, so there's just no way to do it.

So during the joint entrance exam, I would sneak peeks at other people's progress.

Don't cheat too blatantly in front of the proctor; it's actually tacitly approved.

Moreover, among the three main subjects, there is sketching, which is only tested for 15 minutes and places great emphasis on drawing efficiency, technique, and rhythm.

There is absolutely no time for test takers to stop and spend a few minutes carefully observing other people's exam papers.

"Attention all candidates, the following instructions will be read..."

The necessary procedures before the exam are simple in content, but they seem to take an exceptionally long time.

Every extra word the proctor read felt like a dull knife scraping at the examinee's heart.

Get through this tough time.

The first exam, sketching, has finally officially begun.

First, distribute the exam paper, then give out the exam questions.

"What kind of lousy move is this? It's insane! Why is it so difficult?"

The moment I saw the photo.

Cheng Wang heard that Tan Yu Guan made the exact same complaint about breaking down defenses as in his previous life.

Similar emotions instantly spread throughout the examination room.

He gasped, scratching his head haphazardly...

The small classroom reflects the myriad aspects of human life, and only a few candidates were able to remain calm.

Cheng Wang did not participate in it; his gaze was fixed on the photograph.

The two young men holding books, one hunchbacked and the other with a stiff posture, were like two shrewd generals.

The two brothers are familiar with each other.

No need for a smile; emphasize that victory is assured.

Or perhaps they deliberately tense up and appear focused.

True confidence often manifests as a sense of ease and acceptance.

He quietly picked up the painting materials.

Breathing is steady.

It marked the first step that changed my life.