Reborn as the Villain President’s Cat & Dog

The instructor of Wen Mingyi's class saw him back and sent him a WeChat message to give him time to come to his office.

However, Wen Mingyi's days in school are numbered, and he doesn't know where the counselor's office is. In the end, Zhang Heng took him there.

"I'm back, is it hard to film?" The instructor with glasses smiled.

"It's okay." Wen Mingyi stood in front of him and asked him, "What can you do with me?"

"That's it. The final exam will be in a few days. You basically didn't take the course this semester, so you think you are..."

"I take the test normally." Wen Mingyi said, "Although I don't have classes at school, I privately hired a teacher and I am studying, so the final exam will not be affected."

"Okay. If you want to participate, the school naturally agrees. After all, your situation is really special. Then, these few days, you can ask your classmates to borrow notes and review them. If you have any questions, please find a substitute teacher or me."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

"It's okay, then you go to review, and go for the exam."

"Ok."

Wen Mingyi left the counselor's office. Zhang Heng was still waiting for him. Seeing him coming out, he leaned over and asked him, "What did the counselor say to you?"

"Ask me about the final exam, I said I take the exam normally."

"So, let's go, go to the library, I will give you the key points."

"No need for this." Wen Mingyi looked at him, a little embarrassed, "The secretary of the regiment helped me copy the key points of each subject, and also used a marker to draw out the important test points that the teacher said."

Zhang Heng:...

"Just when you go to the bathroom." Wen Mingyi added.

Zhang Heng:...

Zhang Heng doesn't want to talk to his old classmates anymore. This differential treatment is so heartbreaking!

However, the two of them went to the library together, and Wen Mingyi put a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, lowered his head, and watched intently at the focus of the copy of the party secretary.

Zhang Heng felt that the girls should be careful, and the key points were much more complete than he had remembered, so he borrowed Wen Mingyi's key points and ran downstairs to make a copy for himself.

Wen Mingyi's memory is very good. He does not need to recite aloud or handwriting. He can basically recite it after repeating it several times in his heart. When Zhang Heng came back from the photocopy, he had already memorized several pages, and he was about to rest on the table for a while.

Zhang Heng didn't bother him. Wen Mingyi lay on the table, feeling the heating in the library. He suddenly felt a long-lost sense of comfort as he looked at the students who were struggling to write a book not far away. It has been a long time since he has lived such a simple student life.

When in the crew, everyone thought he was small and felt that he was not the same age as himself. They are certainly not peers. His peers are still in school, studying, exercising, and dating in a relatively simple environment, but he is no longer in that environment.

It's not that he regrets it. There is nothing to regret about the decision he made himself. It's just that he also feels that being able to be so simple, like an ordinary peer, read and study, take a break when tired, wake up and think about what to eat today, this kind of life is also very good.

He slowly fell asleep in this tranquility, and seemed to have returned to his high school days.

When Wen Mingyi woke up again, it was already six o'clock, Zhang Heng asked him, "Are you eating?"

"Wait a minute." Wen Mingyi picked up the phone and asked the priest Jundor if he wants to have dinner together tonight?

Si Junduo replied to him: Let's have dinner together, I'm already out of the company, now I will pick you up.

So Wen Mingyi cruelly rejected Zhang Heng, saying, "Go home for dinner."

"Oh." Zhang Heng asked him in a low voice as he packed his schoolbags, "With Senior Sir Jundor?"

"How do you know?" Wen Mingyi was puzzled.

Zhang Heng pointed to his eyes without glasses, "Good eyesight."

Wen Mingyi glanced at his mobile phone, okay, he is still on the WeChat chat page with Si Jundor.

"Didn’t you post on Weibo last time? Say you have known each other since childhood, and he is your brother. It just so happens that the other person’s remark on your chat page is just one word—brother, isn’t he?"

"You're pretty smart." Wen Mingyi put away the phone, "It's with him."

"It's no wonder that you have been doing good grades all the time. Is it OK to have such a brother counseling you? But you are too interesting to say to everyone."

"No way, I am humble by nature, so I don't like showing off." Wen Mingyi sighed, "I'm just too low-key."

Zhang Heng:...

Zhang Heng thinks that he has too many plays, so it's no wonder that he went to become an actor, it was too much!

Wen Mingyi accompanied Zhang Heng to buy food, and Si Jundor also arrived at the school gate of X University. He said goodbye to Zhang Heng and asked him to remember to bring the books for class with him tomorrow, so he got into the car of the priest Jundor.

"Are you going to take the exam soon?" Priest Jundor asked him.

Wen Mingyi nodded, "Yes, so I will start reviewing these days."

"Then you can ask me if you can."

Wen Mingyi tilted his head and looked at him when he heard the words, "Although I also want you to use your specialties, I am a pure liberal arts major, so I just need to recite."

When Priest Jundor heard the words, he also understood, and touched his head, "Then please memorize it well."

"Well, when I get the scholarship, I will treat you to dinner."

Priest Jundor was taken aback when he heard the words, he hadn't seen Wen Mingyi getting a scholarship for a long time.

When he was in junior high school, Wen Mingyi would take it every semester, and would happily rush to him and tell him that he was the number one again. But when he arrived in high school, he didn't seem to be so obsessed with grades. When he was in a good mood, he could do better in the exam. When he was in the top three in the class, when he was in a bad mood, he would just deal with it casually.

Priest Jundor always thought that he would choose science just like himself, but he chose liberal arts in the year of the second grade. The two people quarreled a lot about this matter at the time. He didn't understand, and said angrily, "How can you make a joke of this kind of thing? You said clearly that you like science and want to learn the theory, why would you choose literature?"

Wen Mingyi is more irritable than him, "What does my selection of essays have to do with you? What does it have to do with you if I drop out now!"

Priest Jundor was so angry that he wanted to beat him.

Wen Mingyi still plausibly said, "My life has nothing to do with you. I have the right to do whatever I want to do. Why do you care about me? What qualifications do you have to care about me? Don't you know how annoying you are now? Tell you, I just didn't want you to choose a subject, so I chose the liberal arts. I hate you. I even regret that I have entered a high school with you now. Do you understand?"

After Wen Mingyi finished speaking, he slammed the door and walked out. The priest Jundor stood in the room that Wen Mingyi rented, his heart full of weakness and self-blame.

From that day on, he reduced the frequency of appearing in front of Wen Mingyi, and watched him study with his own cleverness. He even thought that when the college entrance examination was over, Wen Mingyi would apply for a university outside the province, so he left his sight, but he did not expect that Wen Mingyi suddenly began to study seriously in the first two months of the college entrance examination, let alone. Wen Mingyi will become the liberal arts champion in this session and apply for the X degree.

He unconsciously glanced at Wen Mingyi. Wen Mingyi was looking down and returning to WeChat. Si Jundor couldn't help but touched his hair again, feeling relieved, "Then I'll wait for you to invite me to dinner."

"Don't worry." Wen Mingyi smiled.

When the priest looked at him, he suddenly felt like the first clear sky after the snow. Although it was cold when the snow fell, and gloomy when the heavy snow stopped, but when the snow stopped and the sun fell through the clouds, it became even worse. It seems that the scenery once was so gorgeous.

That is the most beautiful scenery he has always kept in mind.

So Wen Mingyi officially started campus life like an ordinary student. He listened to lectures in get out of class and reviewed after class. Even if he returned home and became a cat or a dog, he still remembered and tried to grab his paw. Turn the page.

However, the paws of cats and dogs are always difficult to turn pages, so more often, Wen Mingyi chooses to look at the key points of the electronic version on the computer.

A week later, the physical examination came first among everyone's complaints. This Wen Mingyi is very good at long jump, push-ups, and 1000 meters easily. The girls are excited and screaming, and the boys feel helpless.

Soon, it was time for the final exams. When the priest Jundor sent him to the school, he specifically cheered him on. Wen Mingyi confidently said, "Don't worry, there is no problem."

Facts proved that there was really no problem. It was all the content he had memorized, and it was even simpler than he thought. Wen Mingyi sat in the first row by the door, answering questions and thinking about what to eat after the exam.

When it was time to hand in the paper, Wen Mingyi first handed in the test paper and went out. The invigilator looked at his paper full of words, and said in surprise: This kid's writing is pretty good.

Zhang Heng has not yet handed in the papers, and they are not in the same examination room, so Wen Mingyi is waiting for him at the door while playing on his mobile phone.

While playing, suddenly heard the girl in the class call his name, Wen Mingyi looked up and saw the girl panting, "At the school gate, there are... reporters."

Wen Mingyi, "Huh?"

"I'm probably here to interview you. You will either go to the side door later."

"Okay, thank you." Wen Mingyi said.

"You're welcome." The girl finished speaking and left with her companion.

Wen Mingyi opened the entertainment gossip forum, and sure enough, there were many posts guessing how much he could take this exam.

"Definitely he failed. He didn't have class for one semester. It would be a ghost if he could pass."

"Even if you can pass the score, it shouldn't be high, otherwise it would be too unscientific."

"I think there is a reporter who went to X University, he should be interviewed."

"Cut, really take him seriously, just an 18-line."

The 18-line artist Wen Mingyi calmly closed the post, and decided to wait until the results came out to slap these people in the face, let them know what it means to be born and be useful, and still get the first place in filming!

Zhang Heng didn't hand in the papers until he rang the bell. The two of them walked through the side door and ate at the snack city. They went back to the dormitory to rest for a while, and then resumed the exam in the afternoon.

After three days of the exam, Wen Mingyi finally finished the exam and the school officially closed.

It will take a few days for the final exam results to come out. Wen Mingyi is not in a hurry. After two days of rest at home comfortably, he received a call from Cheng Lu, "Mingming, do you remember the audition on the 10th? I will help. You bought a ticket for tomorrow, and we will fly to City F tomorrow afternoon."

Of course Wen Mingyi remembered, "Okay." He replied, sure enough happy time is short, and work is the eternal truth.