Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

The cell phone rings, beeping.

Jiang Zhe's finger hovered over the answer button but he didn't press it.

The caller ID showed Wang Zhen’s number.

Wang Zhen had been staying in the capital. He called at this time and it should be about the selection and the results were out.

Although it has been confirmed that one of my works will participate in the invitational exhibition, I don’t seem to be as determined to win the domestic selection as before. However, after all, there are successes and failures, and it is inevitable to feel lost.

Press your finger down.

No matter what, the result will come eventually.

"Hey, Jiang Zhe, is get out of class over?"

Jiang Zhe replied: "I don't have classes in the afternoon. I just came out of the library. How are you? When are you planning to come back?" He subconsciously did not ask about the selection results.

"Oh, I'm going back today and I'm almost at the airport. Um, I called you to tell you that the selection results are out today."

Jiang Zhe heard Wang Zhen's hesitant tone and guessed that the result would probably not be optimistic.

After preparing myself mentally, I asked, "What was the result?"

Wang Zhen said, "It's a pity that your name is not on the list this time." She sighed and continued, "I checked it several times to make sure it's not there. Also, Professor Qin and Teacher Zhao's names didn't appear either."

Jiang Zhe murmured, "Oh, I see, this is a complete annihilation of the army.

Although I could have participated in the Biennale through another route, I still felt disappointed when I was not selected in the selection competition.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy? Don't be sad." Wang Zhen advised.

Jiang Zhe said, "No. I feel a little disappointed, but not sad. I am already very satisfied with this result. You have been running around for this matter and have done your best. When you come back, celebrate it properly."

"Okay, I'm glad you can be open-minded. We have one more way than others." At this time, Wang Zhen's voice was a little noisy.

She said, "I'll tell you the details when I get back. Don't tell Professor Qin and the others about this news yet. It's not good for you to tell them this bad news."

Jiang Zhe said he understood. "What time do you come back? I'll pick you up."

"No, someone from the gallery will pick me up."

Jiang Zhe said, "I have nothing to do today, I can drive over."

Wang Zhen paused and said, "Then you don't have to come to the airport. Just go to the gallery and wait for me."

She guessed that Jiang Zhe must want to know the details: "You should be more open-minded. The success or failure of this matter is due to many factors."

"Do not worry."

After ending the call, Jiang Zhe stood on the road with his mobile phone in his hand. He stopped for a moment and then slowly walked towards the parking lot.

If you say you don't care after hearing this news, that would be a lie.

After all, I had worked hard and had passed three rounds of selection. It was inevitable that I felt a little disappointed when I saw that I was not selected at the last round.

Since my rebirth, with the help of the system, my painting skills have improved greatly.

He once guessed that he would be selected in the national trials, so he performed very calmly.

But this time the result made him feel slapped in the face.

As he walked, he sighed about his desire for gain and loss, or vanity.

After walking for a while, he saw some freshmen chatting and laughing.

Looking at their smiling faces filled with joy, Jiang Zhe began to comfort himself.

After all, being able to live again is the greatest luck, not to mention that I have achieved some success.

Think positively, and the feeling of loss will gradually fade away.

He got in the car, ready to do something else to distract himself.

By the way, go type up the paper first.

As soon as he picked up the paper, he thought of another thing.

Previously, the system had issued a challenge task. Even if one was not selected in the trials, one still had to submit the task and could get some rewards.

Jiang Zhe opened the system and found the task page. After clicking on the task, he found that the task did not respond. Click on the details.

The task gives a prompt: The task has not yet met the submission conditions. Please complete the task patiently and then click Submit.

Jiang Zhe read the task requirements again.

The task requires participation in the Biennale through two channels.

Now, one pathway has been identified for participation. The other pathway, was not selected.

Why didn't I meet the requirements? Even if I only completed one path of the exhibition, there should be a reward.

After careful analysis, he concluded that there were only two possibilities: First, he had to get a formal invitation from the Biennale. Second, the second path still had some conditions that had not been met.

Jiang Zhe racked his brains, thinking about all the possibilities, and suddenly it occurred to him that in the previous life, there seemed to be some problems when the domestic organization participated in the Biennale. Could it be related to this?

Thinking of this possibility, my mind became active again.

However, it is just a thought. After all, the results have been announced and cannot be changed.

No matter what, since I can’t submit it, I’ll just keep waiting.

After he printed the paper, Sister Liao called him.

Sure enough, Sister Liao received the news and comforted Jiang Zhe. "Should I go back and comfort you?"

"Of course I'm happy that you're back."

Sister Liao felt relieved when she heard that Jiang Zhe was still in the mood to joke.

Soon, Mr. Ning and several of Jiang Zhe's friends in the provincial capital called one after another, and their words were full of comfort.

In the evening, Jiang Zhe and Chen Yan had dinner together.

While walking, Chen Yan asked Jiang Zhe: "I remember you said that the selection is almost over. Can the results be announced in the next two days?"

Jiang Zhe said: "It has been announced."

"It has been announced? So what?" Chen Yan's heart was in suspense.

Jiang Zhe said calmly: "There is no my name."

"Really? You are not kidding me." Chen Yan stopped, took Jiang Zhe's arm and stared into his eyes.

Jiang Zhe said: "No, really no."

"Then~why aren't you sad?"

Jiang Zhe smiled and asked back: "Should I cry again?"

"You, are you saying this in a sarcastic way? If you feel uncomfortable, let's find a quiet place and you shout a few words loudly?" Chen Yan was really worried.

Jiang Zhe pinched Chen Yan's arm and said, "Shout a few words? I'm afraid that won't work."

Chen Yan understood Jiang Zhe's look and gently pushed him. "Do you want to take a leave to rest?"

"I'm not that fragile." Jiang Zhe took Chen Yan's hand and continued walking: "Wait a moment, Wang Zhen will be back from the airport. I'll go to her gallery."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Need not."

The two of them were walking and chatting.

Chen Yan was worried that Jiang Zhe was hiding his sad emotions, so she tried to steer the conversation to something happy.

Jiang Zhe understood Chen Yan's caution and was willing to watch her performance.

After finishing his walk and sending Chen Yan back to the dormitory, Jiang Zhe walked towards the parking lot and happened to meet Professor Qin who was coming back from his walk.

Professor Qin saw Jiang Zhe and hesitated to speak.

Jiang Zhe immediately realized that Professor Qin had already known the news.

"Teacher, did you go for a walk?"

(End of this chapter)