As Bai Xiu said, after this incident, when Nie Changhuan reappeared at Whale City University, he was already a figure in Whale City University and even Whale City's major circles.
The photo Weibo that Liu Feifei bought was inexplicably on the hot search, and finally made Nie Changhuan gain a lot of fans. The Weibo account that Fu Xingye asked Chen Yanchuan to apply for for her rose in just a few days. Has hundreds of thousands of fans.
More than that, Nie Changhuan's fans later created a topic: #聂长欢入娱乐圈吗#. The popularity of this topic continues to rise, and it hasn't leveled off until nearly a month or so later.
Based on this, many studios and Internet celebrity factories threw olive branches to Nie Changhuan, but these olive branches were cut off mercilessly by Chen Yanchuan before they could reach Nie Changhuan. Of course, everything Chen Yanchuan did was inspired by Fu Xingye.
Nie Changhuan didn't know about it for the first time until a well-known agent in the self-proclaimed circle came to Nie Changhuan in person. The agent promised her that as long as she took advantage of the situation and relied on her appearance conditions, she would definitely be popular in the entertainment industry within two years. When that happens, resource announcements, fame, status, and even money will not be a problem at all.
It's not that Nie Changhuan has not wavered, and even Nie Manshuang promised to use the resources he got as a teacher in the film school to escort him.
In the midst of entanglement and hesitation, the national Chinese painting competition that she and Cen Xingyue had prepared for a long time also came.
As her instructor, Yan Xiaofeng once again saw Nie Changhuan going out to answer the phone when she was only ten days away from the competition. When she came back, she only asked her coldly: "I am about you. I’ve all heard that when you enter the entertainment industry, study and study, and participate in competitions, you choose the same one. Don’t waste everyone’s time."
Nie Changhuan went back that night, and without hesitation, he rejected the agent who haunted her and brainwashed her almost every day, and put all his thoughts into preparing for the game.
The agent later called Cen Xingyue’s assistant and apologized again and again: "Miss Zhou, I have done my best for this matter, but Nie Changhuan didn’t get out of the door this time, so he pulled all the unknown numbers. It's dark, I really can't think of other ways."
"That's a pity." Cen Xingyue's assistant Zhou Yinglu smiled sadly, "I thought that my junior high school girl is so good and introduced to you, you will surely be able to bring it out. But since she is so determined, we can't continue to reluctantly. ."
The agent repeatedly said: "Ms. Zhou said that, but after all, I am incompetent. I also asked Miss Zhou to convey my apologies like Cen Qianjin."
Zhou Yinglu's face changed, she glanced at Cen Xingyue who was sitting next to her, and immediately said coldly: "This matter is my personal private matter and has nothing to do with Miss Cen. Don't get me wrong."
The agent apologized again and again.
Zhou Yinglu ended the conversation with her agent, and looked carefully at Cen Xingyue sitting on the sofa: "Sorry, Miss Cen."
Cen Xingyue was expressionless and did not answer. After a while, she suddenly asked, "How many days are left before the game?"
"... Tomorrow." Zhou Yinglu knew that Cen Xingyue had plans to open an art museum and hold a solo exhibition after graduation, so she took this competition extremely seriously, it is impossible to really forget the time of the competition, so she answered carefully, for fear of her getting angry. .
Zhou Yinglu has been the third assistant Cen Xingyue has changed in the past year.
Cen Xingyue got the answer, seemingly exhausted, waved her hand to her to leave.
Cen Xingyue opened her eyes again when the door was closed.
She recalled what happened in the past month, and remembered Yan Xiaofeng's praise and expectations for Nie Changhuan after the previous national online primaries, after Nie Changhuan easily qualified for the live finals, and she felt very uncomfortable.
She Cen Xingyue, has never lost, and can't lose.
Therefore, dialing Nie Wei's phone number is actually an inevitable result.
She told Nie Wei: "Is it necessary for me to tell you the time of the game tomorrow?"
"No. Miss Cen, why can't I remember such a big thing?"
Cen Xingyue thought of the things that Nie Wei had done before, sneered silently, and finally said, "I hope you won't let me down again this time."
Cen Xingyue has thought about it. Even if Nie Wei's incident happened in the end, no one else can get evidence of her Cen Xingyue. Nie Wei wants to drag her into the water, and there is no convincing basis for Nie Wei. Wei can't record the conversation quietly.
But for the first time in her life to do these things by herself, she was always a little uneasy.
When sitting at the desk practicing painting, she was more impetuous than ever before. No matter how smoothly she wrote, she couldn't even display her previous stable level.
This night, Cen Xingyue had nightmares again and again.
And Nie Changhuan put the pen holder on the pen, pressed the wet drawing paper with a wooden ruler, stood up and walked into the courtyard, looking up at the bright moon on the square courtyard wall, it suddenly seemed like Back to the prime minister's house.
In the prime minister's house, embroidery, painting, and reading are nothing more than daily tasks, so for her to practice painting daily for more than a month is not a hard work.
Compared with Cen Xingyue's practice of painting for the competition, Nie Changhuan stayed in this courtyard without leaving the door during this period of time. Painting and calligraphy have recovered the kind of handicraft and brushwork that he had when he was a daughter of the prime minister's house. The feeling of rhyme.
Cheng Ke went outside to exercise, and met Nie Changhuan. He wiped his sweat with a towel and walked toward his room: "Miss Changhuan, go to bed early!"
Nie Changhuan smiled and nodded, but when she saw Cheng Ke, she naturally thought of Fu Xingye, and her eyebrows were instantly covered with loneliness.
For more than two months, she has been inquiring about Fu Xingye's current situation through others or Chen Xinlan. Fu Xingye occasionally talks to her with only a few words, and she no longer has the attitude of the few days before leaving Whale City.
Nie Changhuan thought of something, turned back to the room to look for his mobile phone, and when he pressed the screen nervously, his eyes lit up when he saw an unread message.
The WeChat message was sent by Fu Xingye, with only a few words: I can't accompany you in the competition, which is a big regret for me. Stutter, come on.
Nie Changhuan's eyebrows finally became clearer, and immediately returned a message to him: Are you already able to send messages by yourself? It seems that the eyes are recovering well!
Nie Changhuan added a line again, and wanted to ask him when he would come back, but after thinking about it, he finally deleted it.
After a minute or two of silence, she wanted to ask Fu Xingye if she could have a video chat, but when she saw that Fu Xingye had not responded to her message, she finally put her mobile phone on.
Next to her, Liu Feifei, who was taken to the courtyard by Cheng Ke early in the morning, had already fallen asleep.
Before it turned on completely the next day, Liu Feifei dragged Nie Changhuan up, picked up clothes and put on makeup for Nie Changhuan, and then drove Nie Changhuan out of the stadium.
This competition is conducted by the online primary selection + live finals. The top 30 players in the online primary selection are the top 30 participants. These 30 are elite students from various schools across the country. After the live finals, only three of the works will be taken by the organizer for a national tour.
"Of course, if you win the championship, it's not just the benefit of the work being exhibited nationwide." Liu Feifei saw Nie Changhuan looking at her mobile phone a little in a daze, and hurriedly came over to unlock her seat belt, "But Changhuan, your online preliminary contest Even Professor Yan is full of praise for the side work, which shows that your level is completely OK, so don't be too nervous, just perform normally."
Nie Changhuan finally returned to her senses. Finally, she glanced at WeChat and saw that there was no new message from Fu Xingye. She locked the screen of her mobile phone, followed Liu Feifei with her mobile phone and entered the stadium.
Nie Changhuan was still a little nervous, but Liu Feifei was excited, so neither of them noticed. On the parking lot, a black business car was parked quietly. Behind the half-lowered window glass, the man's eyes were deep and he followed. As her back disappeared completely, she slowly recovered.
When he took it back, he happened to see a man wearing a motorcycle helmet not far away, also looking at the direction Nie Changhuan was leaving.
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As soon as Nie Changhuan and Liu Feifei entered the stadium, they met Cen Xingyue and Sheng Jia in the corridor.
The moment they saw Nie Changhuan, Cen Xingyue and Sheng Jia stayed at the same time, and forgot to look away from her face.
Nie Changhuan's gaze stayed on the two of them for less than a second, and he saw and moved away as if he did anything, and followed Liu Feifei to continue walking forward.
Only when she passed by Cen Xingyue's side, Sheng Jia stopped her: "Nie Changhuan."
Nie Changhuan stopped and looked at her without speaking.
When Sheng Jia thinks that Tang Yaoyao is constantly alienating herself because of Nie Changhuan now, she doesn't get angry, her brows and eyes become more acrid, "What are you going to paint today? Are you going to paint a chicken or a chicken?"
Nie Changhuan didn't understand what she was talking about. Liu Feifei, who was standing by her side, turned red in an instant, staring at Sheng Jia for a long time, and finally squeezed out: "You, you...you are vulgar!"
"What's wrong with me?" Sheng Jia glanced at Nie Changhuan contemptuously. "The stuff she eats may have a lot of roots. If you really want to paint, no one is as experienced as her!"
"..." Liu Feifei cried directly.
Even Cen Xingyue looked away uncomfortably.
Nie Changhuan's expression remained unchanged, just because he really didn't understand.
Although she and Fu Xingye have had several times, Fu Xingye has not used her small mouth.
So that night, when Fu Xingye's eyes were all right, when Fu Xingye opened her mouth in a low voice, Nie Changhuan suddenly remembered Sheng Jia's words today and understood why Liu Feifei was so angry.
When Sheng Jia saw that Nie Changhuan didn't respond, she was immediately angry.
She gritted her teeth and looked at Cen Xingyue: "Sister Xingyue, take a look, I'm not wrong! I said you don't have to worry about it. She definitely asked someone to paint the painting in her preliminary contest! How could it be that level!"
Cen Xingyue was about to speak when she suddenly heard a scolding not far away.
Sheng Jia was frightened and hurriedly shouted "Professor Yan".
Several people immediately turned around to say hello, and only then saw several people standing beside Yan Xiaofeng. Cen Xingyue recognized that these people were the judges of today.
Cen Xingyue twisted her eyebrows slightly, and quickly stepped forward to grab Sheng Jia's arm: "Jia Jia, do you have any real evidence, how can you say that about Changhuan school girl."
After that, Cen Xingyue looked at Nie Changhuan specifically: "Changhuan, I apologize to you on behalf of Jiajia."
As soon as she finished speaking, the judges immediately looked at Nie Changhuan one after another, two of them looked at each other and frowned.
Cen Xingyue curled her lips secretly.
Nie Changhuan raised his eyes and glanced at Cen Xingyue. Regarding her slanderous slander, he only pulled his lips and glanced at Yan Xiaofeng's extremely impatient sullen face, and he didn't say a word very interestingly.
Sure enough, Yan Xiaofeng stared at Sheng Jia and Cen Xingyue, raised his hand and clicked on the two of them. Without saying the last word, he left with the others.
When the people walked away, Sheng Jia glanced at Nie Changhuan triumphantly. He had planned to say something, but when he saw Cen Xingyue had gone straight away, he hurriedly followed.
Sheng Jia whispered: "Now she is posing the head of painting in front of several important judges. Even if she paints well later, I'm afraid the judges will look at her with colored glasses. Make her proud!"
Cen Xingyue said in her heart that you are just doing this for nothing, and Nie Changhuan will never have the opportunity to participate in the competition, but after thinking about Nie Wei's ability to handle things, Sheng Jiazheng's performance is also considered as multiple guarantees.
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Ten minutes before the match, Nie Changhuan and Cen Xingyue were seated separately. Seeing that the host had already stepped onto the stage, Liu Feifei suddenly stood up, and squeezed Nie Changhuan's mobile phone and waved her arms vigorously.
Nie Changhuan subconsciously looked at Cen Xingyue, who was sitting on the side, just to meet Shang Cen Xingyue's meaningful gaze.
After meeting her eyes, Cen Xingyue did not move away in a panic, but raised her chin slightly and nodded to Nie Changhuan.
Nie Changhuan's expression sank, and he glanced at Liu Feifei who was jumping and jumping, and immediately stood up.
At that time, the host happened to pass by her, saw her get up, and hurriedly held her: "Classmates, the game is about to begin, I am afraid it is not appropriate to leave the venue now, sit down quickly."
"I... I'll go to the toilet." Nie Changhuan made an excuse for being polite, broke free of the host, and ran towards Liu Feifei on the side of the stage.
"Chang Huan, just... Just now someone called and said that your mother, she... She was kidnapped!" Liu Feifei's tears rolled down, incoherent, "I remember you said that your mother is still pregnant with a baby. But... But you are about to compete soon, you have been preparing for several months, this... Long Huan..."
Nie Changhuan grabbed the mobile phone from her hand, and when she made a call, the host on the stage was already in place and began to introduce the rules and evaluation process of the competition.
Cen Xingyue glanced at Nie Changhuan and Liu Feifei, who were standing on the phone, and Liu Feifei, who was standing on the phone with her back to her side. She curled her lips and focused her attention on the host's speech while doing psychological construction for herself.
At the moment when the host announced the official start of the competition, Cen Xingyue looked up at the side of the stage again and found that Nie Changhuan was no longer there, but... Liu Feifei was still sitting there.
Cen Xingyue gave a chuckle in her heart and looked sideways, and she saw Nie Changhuan sitting upright in her position. Nie Changhuan was looking at her, meeting her gaze, and slightly tilting her head and bending her lips to smile at her.
Cen Xingyue felt her whole body weakened, and immediately drew back her gaze. An infinite sinking heart finally throbbed with boredom because of hopelessness.
Because of the particularity of the Chinese painting competition, the duration of the competition will not be short.
So when the game is over, it's all dark.
Cen Xingyue was the first person to walk out of the stadium, and even Sheng Jia got into her car without waiting.
She smashed the steering wheel with her mobile phone and buried her face on the steering wheel for a long time, until the phone rang, she slowly sat upright.
Seeing the name displayed on the screen, Cen Xingyue leaked an angry look. She didn't intend to answer, but somehow she slipped to answer.
Nie Wei's panicked voice came: "Miss Cen, I do..."
Cen Xingyue closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she hung up and pulled all of Nie Wei's contact information into the blacklist.
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Not far away, under the neon flickering, Liu Feifei couldn't help holding Nie Changhuan and screamed softly.
"Chang Huan, Chang Huan! You are indeed my goddess!"
"Chang Huan, you are really awesome!"
"You are so jealous! You look so beautiful and so talented!"
Nie Changhuan was embarrassed by her exaggerated appearance. He glanced at the strange eyes cast by passing pedestrians, and quickly covered Liu Feifei's mouth: "Okay, okay, everyone is looking at you."
Liu Feifei looked left and right, and hurriedly shrank her neck to cover her mouth, and finally moved to Nie Changhuan’s ear, and said in a low voice, “I’m really too excited! You don’t know, when the judge embarrassed you in the middle, I’m scared to death! Also, was the call before the game really from a liar? How do I feel so real?"
The judge who embarrassed Nie Changhuan that Liu Feifei said was one of the people who frowned in the corridor because of Cen Xingyue’s words, but Nie Changhuan’s painting was far above all the students in terms of its intention and pattern. In addition, Yan Xiaofeng was in charge. In the end, The result is still very fair.
Nie Changhuan didn't answer her about the phone call, only behaved calmly about the result of the game.
It's not that she has a high self-esteem, but for a daughter of the prime minister's house, she has learned a lot since she was a child. In such an environment, it is not comparable to anyone in this modern society.
Moreover, her landscape painting today is a majestic and far-reaching view that she has seen many times when she went to the temple to pray for blessings. There is rarely such a view in this modern society.
Seeing that she had no intention of mentioning the phone call, Liu Feifei changed the subject and asked: "Yes, I heard that the sponsor and the organizer will hold a celebration banquet in two days. All students who enter the final will have admission tickets. Champion, you can definitely invite your friends to Chang Huan, can you take me to have a long experience?"
Ever since Nie Changhuan attended Tang Sihuai's so-called charity dinner, he has been a little bit psychologically overshadowed by banquets. And now that the game is over, she has nearly a week of vacation. She wants to go back to Hwaseong to see Liu Yi first, and then... go abroad to see Fu Xingye.
The time for this banquet happened to be stuck in the middle, dividing her vacation.
So she said she would not go to the party.
Although Liu Feifei was a little disappointed, she still respected Nie Changhuan's decision because she had gone home beforehand.
Nie Manshuang and Lin Wenxuan agreed to pick up Nie Changhuan, but they were still in a traffic jam, so Nie Changhuan found a bench to sit down and took out his mobile phone by the way.
She was about to call Liu Yi, but the toe of a pair of ladies' high-heeled shoes appeared in her vision.
Nie Changhuan didn't even raise his eyes, he knew who came.
She didn't look up, but hung up the call she had just dialed, and waited while holding her phone.
After a few seconds, the visitor was really uncomfortable, and almost gritted her teeth and asked her: "Before I clearly heard Liu Feifei said that your mother was kidnapped. How did you manage to completely ignore your mother's life and death and still participate in the competition as if it were a mountain. Also won the championship?"