Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Those who can come to Beijing University to participate in the competition are the best young blood in the calligraphy and painting world who have been selected through layers of selection from various places. It can be said that everyone has a very deep foundation.

In the past, Song Qingping didn't like Deng Tao's paintings, so he was unwilling to recommend them to her. But after arriving at Beicheng University, in order to avenge her previous shame, she practiced her brushwork almost every day. Being selected by the teacher to participate in the competition shows that her current level has indeed improved a lot.

The trials for high school students have ended in the morning, and in the afternoon there are competitions for various universities.

Deng Tao held the paintbrush in his hand and looked at the nameplate in the middle of the judges' table. The three words on it were particularly eye-catching: Mu Chenyan!

No, Song Jia, it should be Mu Jiawen. Did she tell her mother about the rumors?

If she told her, would Master Mu deliberately give her a low score later?

Because of the uneasiness in her heart, she was particularly restless when painting. After finishing each painting, Deng Tao had no time to take another look at the whole painting, and the time was up.

She knew that she had failed to draw well this time, so she went out very frustrated to wait for the result.

After school in the afternoon, Mu Jiawen and Jiang Yan received a text message from Zhu Zhen. Their party time was changed to seven o'clock tonight at a Hunan restaurant diagonally opposite the Holiday Hotel.

Jiang Yan felt a little strange, why did he choose that place?

But he didn't ask. After all, it was Zhu Zhen's treat this time, so he could go wherever he chose.

In addition to the five of them, Zhu Zhen also called the second child.

The physics department was very busy, and the time Zhu Zhen set gave Mu Jiawen a buffer. After class, she sorted out the questions left by the teacher, and wrote down the steps to solve the most difficult one for Shen Mengfei and others.

Xue Weisong was also doing this problem, but his way of solving it was different from Mu Jiawen's, but similar to Zhong Liangang's.

Both of them are slightly complicated, not as simple and clear as Mu Jiawen's.

He took Mu Jiawen's notebook and studied the explanation with Zhong Liangang, while Shen Mengfei and others sat and listened.

After finishing, Mu Jiawen packed her schoolbag and was about to leave. Huangfu Yun suddenly looked up at her and said, "Mu Jiawen, is Dean Mu your mother?"

The Academy of Fine Arts has been very lively in recent days. Most of the contestants who came to Kyoto heard that Master Mu had opened a gallery and couldn't wait to go there and take a look.

As a result, Mu Jiawen's name gradually spread.

Most people from out of town thought she was in the Chinese Painting Department of Beijing University of Fine Arts, and many people used to inquire about her.

Few people know that she is actually in the physics department.

Huangfu Yun's grades in the final exam last semester were not very satisfactory, and his father punished him during the winter vacation. He probably spent the whole day doing nothing but messy things.

Therefore, at the beginning of this semester, Huangfu Yun has never been to the Academy of Fine Arts once, focusing solely on his studies. This is why he did not know until today that Master Mu actually opened a gallery in Kyoto in a very low-key manner.

Even more low-key is that her daughter actually exhibited her paintings in the gallery.

Huangfu Yun went to see it. There was a set of twelve zodiac pictures hanging there, which were almost exactly the same as those in the class.

So there is no doubt that "Mu Jiawen" is the Mu Jiawen in front of him, his classmate.

"If you had told Dean Mu that she was your mother, I would have stopped painting it for you."

Mu Jiawen glanced at him and said, "If I didn't tell you, wouldn't you have succeeded?"

This is true.

Huangfu Yun sighed, "After this competition, Mu Jiawen, your reputation will rise."

Mu Jiawen picked up her schoolbag and wrote lightly, "Not necessarily, there are still many people who think that I am famous because of my mother. But it doesn't matter, I don't value this, it's just a hobby." What a waste, it's simply a hobby. What a waste of natural resources!

Huangfu Yun thought sadly.

After Mu Jiawen left, Zhong Liangang looked at them and asked in a low voice, "Who is Dean Mu?"

Xue Weisong and Shen Mengfei had known about it for a long time and explained to him, "The honorary president of the Academy of Fine Arts, the top leader in the Chinese painting world, is very powerful."

Before Zhong Liangang could digest these words, Kou Chuan suddenly said, "Dean Mu's gallery will recruit students from Peking University to work part-time as docents on weekends. Generally, there are more students from the Academy of Fine Arts, but there are also students from other departments who have signed up. , one hundred a day, two hundred in two days. Lian Gang, tell Mu Jiawen that you should go and sign up too."

The part-time job in the library only costs more than 200 yuan a month, which is not enough for his living expenses.

Zhong Liangang saved the scholarship and planned to use it to pay for tuition.

Zhong Liangang wanted to shake his head and refuse. He didn't want to trouble Mu Jiawen, but Xue Weisong decided directly, "I'll tell her to ask Dean Mu for help. If it's full, don't go. If it's not full, go and try." try."

He opened his mouth, and although he was very moved, he still said truthfully, "But I don't know how to paint."

Kou Chuan said, "They have specialized personnel for training. Even if students from the Academy of Fine Arts come over, their staff will explain it to them first. You have a good memory, what are you afraid of?"

After several people finished speaking, they continued to talk about the topic. Zhong Liangang's eyes were slightly red and he lowered his head hurriedly.

After Mu Jiawen went downstairs, Jiang Yan happened to come over on his bicycle.

The computer department is not as busy as the physics department, but Jiang Yan is not only busy with school classes recently, he also has to run an electronics factory. Being busy at both ends resulted in me losing a lot of weight.

Mu Jiawen sat behind him, holding his waist with one hand and squeezing his waist with the other.

Jiang Yan turned his head and said, "Don't move."

At the same time, his right hand was holding the handlebar, and his left hand reached back to grab her hand and squeezed it gently, "What do you want to do to me?"

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Mu Jiawen pulled out her hand hard and patted him on the back. "Ride well. I'll see how much fat you have lost on your waist. Are you too busy recently? Is there any more?” There’s not much left.

Jiang Yan felt tired when he talked about this. He was a reborn person. Before his rebirth, he was as tired as a dog every day. Unexpectedly, he was still as tired as a dog after his rebirth.

If there was a group of reborn people in this world, he would have been kicked out of the group long ago.

I'm not able to live like an awesome person, which is embarrassing to everyone.

But I don’t know if the hard study in the third year of high school has been imprinted in the bone marrow, causing me to want to get high scores now when I see the test paper. If you want to get high scores, you have to continue studying, and if you continue to study, you have to study hard and work hard. Study hard, and you have to be busy with new products. And assembly, in this case, it is difficult not to lose weight.

"When will you be finished?"

"It's almost time. The new product has been tested. Once it passes, it should be ready for production next month. Then I will be able to relax."

It won't be much easier either. Jing Junyang has taken over an Internet cafe in front of Beijing University, which has two floors, and will turn it into a computer specialty store.

Jiang Yan had a headache when he thought about this. He had no sense of accomplishment from a successful career. He just wanted to rest, fall in love and rest!

The two of them arrived at the Hunan Restaurant. Zhu Zhen, Zhu Jin and Yu Hang were both there.

There are relatively few private rooms in Hunan cuisine restaurants, and the hall is quite large, divided into two parts: an inside and an outside. There is a table for four people outside, and a round table for many people inside, including a small round table and a large round table.

As soon as he entered the inside, Jiang Yan saw a few familiar people sitting at the small round table next to them...

Second update!