It's all his fault for being an artist!

Chapter 33, closing chapter; Left: Aoki; Right: Shiro; Exam Teacher

Li Xixi turned her head and looked back at Cheng Wang, her short hair flying in the wind.

"Old Cheng, what kind of international joke is this? Are you trying to hide it?"

"The class monitor is the class monitor for all of us, so the more capable one is, the more work one should do."

"Art students also study Chinese, math, and English. You can't just draw whatever you want and get into a top university."

"Learn my ass! Cheng Wang, come out and play football on New Year's Day, I'll smash your goal!"

"..."

The boys' complaints weren't malicious; they were more like teasing.

Everyone in the class knew that Cheng Wang could never be a good student.

All the students' impressions of him were still based on what happened before the off-campus training camp.

study?

Learn what a load of crap.

Don't make me laugh.

This perception was formed not only because the general environment viewed art students in this way, but also because Cheng Wang himself took practical actions that reinforced this stereotype.

"Brother Cheng, can I take a look at the test paper? I need to study it."

Upon hearing this...

Cheng Wang shrugged indifferently and pushed the English test paper off the table.

"Here you are."

With a well-developed vocabulary, things can't be too bad.

He happened to have a test paper with a score of nearly 110 right next to him.

He didn't really care; he'd watch it if he wanted.

It ranks in the upper-middle range in the class, which is quite respectable.

Unexpected.

Suddenly, her delicate hand gently pressed down on the rolled-up dough.

"Chengwang, take it back."

Li Xixi's canine teeth were pointed and slightly parted.

Is it laughter?

Or does it have some other meaning?

Cheng Wang looked at her quietly.

Their eyes met in mid-air. The class monitor avoided their gaze, quickly turning away to face his classmate.

"These are my supplementary notes for Cheng Wang. We learn the same things in class. What do we need to do by looking at Cheng Wang's test paper?"

"If you didn't understand, bring it over now and I'll explain it to you. You don't need to wait until the New Year's Day holiday."

Cries of sorrow immediately rose and fell.

"You're showing favoritism, class monitor! Do you have some kind of secret to boosting your scores before the exam?"

"Just one glance, one glance. If you can't remember me, fine, okay?"

"I'm genuinely curious about the score on the test. Teacher, please stop hiding it; I'd like to see the score."

"But……"

Mu Ziling awkwardly interrupted, her high ponytail swaying gently.

His tone was exceptionally gentle, lacking any imposing presence, yet it was like punching cotton—soft and yielding no rebuttal whatsoever.

"The class monitor tutored me and Cheng Wang; it was Teacher Chen who assigned him to help."

"If you want to study together, why don't you ask Teacher Chen to switch seats and sit next to you?"

"Well--"

I'll just say a few words and see if I have a chance.

Ms. Chen is young and has a gentle appearance, yet she has managed to maintain her position as a homeroom teacher, and this is not because she is approachable.

How do I bring up my request?

Teacher, I think that studying next to pretty girls makes me feel happy and will definitely make me more efficient.

They're courting death.

"Hey, come on, let's play some soccer after school. Lao Cheng, are you coming?"

Cheng Wang rested his chin on his hand, his expression playful.

"No, I have an appointment and I need to study."

Depend on!

The guys either rolled their eyes or gave the middle finger in return, following international custom.

"These stinky boys, they smell terrible when they play soccer, they're not fit to go to our class monitor's house."

"That's right, that's right."

"Why are they making such a fuss when we go to Xixi's place?"

"Class monitor, Ziling, can we go?"

"..."

The boys scattered like birds and beasts, but the girls were still there.

High school girls often participate in activities in small groups.

If they can't talk to each other normally, they won't even pretend; they'll just say, "Hmph, I'm not playing with you anymore," and walk between the tables and chairs, preferring to take a detour rather than just pass by.

Cheng Wang vaguely remembered that the girls who took the initiative to find Li Xixi had a barely-there relationship with her; they were superficially sisters, but could be considered to be on the same side.

Li Xixi hesitated for a moment: "Okay."

"Yay! Long live the class monitor!"

After packing up the textbooks and exam papers, there's no point in staying at school any longer.

Cheng Wang slung a bag over one shoulder and walked out of the school gate, leaving with Mu Ziling and Li Xixi.

They were all tall girls.

Girls around 1.7 meters tall are not as common in southern cities as they are in the north.

Cheng Wang walked between the two, and was a full head taller.

The high school boy was sunny and cheerful, walking alongside the pretty girl.

This should have been a beautiful sight.

The slightly shorter girl leaned her head against her boyfriend's broad arms.

Dream of youth without worrying about reality or the future; embrace naivety and boldness, and savor the bittersweetness of life.

However, the trio of Cheng Wang, when viewed from a distance, resembled a towering mountain peak.

It's pleasing to the eye, as it may be.

But with Aoki on the left and Shiroki on the right... isn't something a little off?

"It's scheduled for tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."

"OK."

"oh."

Cheng Wang's classmate, a boy carrying a soccer ball, came down from the teaching building and happened to catch a glimpse of this scene.

Thump—

Without paying attention, I juggled the ball too hard with my toes and it flew out of bounds.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"Suddenly not in the mood for soccer, want to go study?"

"Not bad, I totally agree."

"..."

……

"Chengwang, are you free at 8:30 tomorrow morning? My old classmate is coming to the studio to visit, would you like to come over and get to know him?"

I had just arrived home when I received a call from Wang Huiming.

On the day the joint entrance exam ended, Cheng Wang already knew that Lao Wang had used his connections to select a famous tutor for him. He wasn't surprised at the moment, it was just a little earlier than expected.

"Well, I told my old classmate that you're my beloved student, my prized pupil. You know that, right? He's back in Shanghai for New Year's Day, so you two can get together sometime."

Cheng Wang's lips twitched.

Pretty good.

Old Wang is using "Do you have time?" as if he were saying "Hello," and he'll get to the point later.

There was absolutely no room for negotiation; it was clearly a notification!

They come at your beck and call; where is your dignity?

Cheng Wang declared resolutely, "Old Wang is awesome! From now on, I'll treat you like royalty on Teacher's Day!"

"This is fucking... you..."

Wang Huiming slipped up and started swearing.

"Hey, don't interrupt. Organize all the artwork and bring it here. It has to grab his attention at first glance. Remember, 8:30. I have things to do this afternoon!"

Tomorrow morning at 8:30...

He stroked the base of his nose with his finger, silently repeating the same mantra to himself.

Li Xixi had arranged to meet at her home for tutoring at nine o'clock. Yunjingyuan was neither far nor near the art studio; it would take at least 20 minutes by taxi.

Moreover, such a round trip will most likely involve an in-depth discussion about the college entrance exams, which may not be over in an hour.

When two things happen at the same time, it's obvious which is more important when weighed on a scale.

Although tutoring at Yun Jing Yuan is equally meaningful, it inevitably pales in comparison to the important task of preparing for the college entrance examination.

However, it's impossible to say exactly how long the time will be in the studio.

What if Wang Huiming's old classmate recognizes him as a genius, applauds his work on the spot, gives him some ideas to practice, and he could easily get into the Yuhang Academy of Fine Arts?

Arriving later won't affect my study progress.

Cheng Wang made up his mind and immediately agreed to Wang Huiming's request.

After hanging up the phone, he found Li Xixi's QQ account.

[Wang: Class monitor, I'll be a little late tomorrow morning. Something came up at the art studio. Sorry!]