Fang Zhao still stayed in Huangzhou after the exam. While waiting for the re-examination results, he went to visit several seniors in the industry, all of whom were recommended by Ming Cang and Xue Jing, and he had also been to his solo concerts before.
There are also some seniors who graduated from Qiyin that Fang Zhao met in the exchange group. These people also helped him more or less before his re-examination, and passed him test preparation materials. Still thank them.
Huangzhou Academy of Arts, in an office.
The grading teachers of the music group for the re-examination are discussing Fang Zhao's examination paper.
"This kid not only has a solid foundation, but also has comprehension and spirituality. He is indeed very powerful. He is qualified to enter the Twelve Laws, which is a rare talent."
Some experiences cannot be taught by teachers and must be learned by students themselves. Students with strong comprehension are easier to carry.
"If it is a single topic, I will also give a high score, but when we score, we have to consider character." Some teachers expressed different opinions.
"Why, remember the soundtrack at the end of the ninth season of "Genesis" Yanzhou Chapter?"
"The official information is that Fang Zhao completed it himself, but I am still skeptical. It is not something that people of his age can create. Even if he has created some very good works before, but in "Genesis" That one is different."
"You also said that he is very understanding and spiritual, why do you think he can't do it? There are still geniuses in the world."
"It's not a simple genius to explain! Hey, I don't know how to say that feeling, and neither do you."
The grading teachers were divided into two groups. One group felt that Fang Zhao, a young man with talent and strength, was also very good at solving problems, and it was no problem to give a high score in the retest.
But the other faction insists: I don't believe it anyway! Regardless of how Fang Zhao did in the exam, he must have hired someone to write those works before! For this kind of ghostwriting who still refuses to admit, the comprehensive score of the re-examination must be suppressed!
The head of the music team for marking the papers watched the quarrel between the two sides, frowning, and there would be no result if the quarrel continued, so he said, "Okay, stop arguing. If you really can't get a result, just call and ask. ask."
"Ask who?"
"I have already asked about Xue Jing. He denies participating in Fang Zhao's work. I believe he will not lie about it, and Xue Jing's work style is different, not him."
"what do you mean?"
"Go and ask Mr. Mo Lang."
When they heard that they were going to ask Mo Lang, the two factions were silent.
The team leader got angry when he saw everyone being so cowardly, and pointed to the teacher who had been making the loudest noise just now, "You, call and ask yourself."
"I... me?" The teacher stammered.
"Weren't you loud just now? Go ask."
"You can't blame me. It's because of my singing style, I'm not used to speaking in a low voice. Besides, I don't know Teacher Mo's contact number."
"I know, I've already called you."
The leader of the marking team put the communicator into the teacher's hand, raised his chin, and signaled to ask quickly.
Mo Lang had just returned from Weixing, and he was still on vacation recently. He had nothing else to do at home, so the connection was very fast.
The teacher nervously introduced himself first, then explained the purpose, wondering if Mo Lang had guided Fang Zhao's creation.
This is still a euphemistic question. Mo Lang has been in this circle for many years. Even if he doesn't love the director, he can't hear what the other party means. The other party almost asked straightforwardly: Have you always been ghostwriting
Mo Lang was silent.
This silence is not a default, but a feeling of suffocation under the pressure of dark clouds.
The other teachers also held their breaths and lowered their presence. Needle falling can be heard inside.
The teacher holding the communicator was already sweating on his forehead, "Mo... Teacher Mo, we're not questioning your character, we're just asking."
Mo Lang was even more silent.
The silence made the scalps of the grading teachers numb, and a few moved uncomfortably into the distance. They know that this is the calm before the storm.
"Mo Lao?" The teacher with the communicator probed. The voice seemed to be exhausted.
Mo Lang on the other end of the communication was breathing heavily, but the voice he said was very calm: "I remember, I have told my colleagues in the circle about Fang Zhao before. Listen to what you mean, do you suspect that I am lying?"
"No, no, no! Mr. Mo, we're just asking routinely. Let's go through the scene, don't get excited! Don't get excited!" The teacher's face flushed with urgency.
Mo Lang suddenly increased his voice and shouted angrily, "It's a bastard!"
"Don't think too much! We really don't mean that! Really not!" The teacher jumped up from the chair anxiously. Mr. Mo is a treasure-level artist. If he gets angry, they will be finished.
"Do you want me to swear by my Universal Medal! Huh? How do you want me to prove it? I'll go to Huangyi to prove it to you now! Old man, I can still walk! Doubt me? Slander! Trample!"
"No, no, you really misunderstood. Of course we believe in your character. It's really just going through the motions! Really!"
The angry shouting continued, and the forehead of the marking teacher holding the communicator was dripping with sweat.
Mo Lang's words were like slapping big bricks on his head, each heavier than the other, and his head was almost dizzy.
He couldn't stand Mo Lao's anger alone, and he wanted to find other marking teachers to share the burden.
"Hurry up and explain..."
However, when he turned around, he found that the other marking teachers who were sitting there had all run away.
The person who bears the anger alone: "… "
At this moment, the grass and mud horse in his heart can fill the entire Huangzhou land.
Mo Lang trained on the phone for more than ten minutes. It was because he was old. The assistants were worried about the old man's physical condition and advised him.
After the call was over, the teachers who left the examination papers came in one by one, and one of them replied:
"As I said earlier, we have to seek truth from facts. Good is good, bad is bad, and we can do whatever we want! We are only teachers who are marking papers, not an instructor. If this person really has a problem, we should also be an instructor. Let’s not be hypocritical. Since he solves problems well, and you can’t find any evidence that he hired someone to write for him, let’s just follow the real situation on the paper,”
The teacher holding the communicator, with a face as stiff as a stone, complained silently. Why don't you say this before making the call
"According to the surface of the paper?" The marking teachers who sat down again looked at the group leader.
"Just press the roll." The team leader made a decision.
On the day of the results, many media were staring at Huangyi's official website.
Twelve out of one thousand, the elimination rate is quite high.
When the time came, the information on the current admissions page of the Imperial Art Twelve Laws Advanced Course was refreshed, and the twelve people who were admitted were also listed.
This list is arranged from high to low according to the comprehensive results of the re-examination, and Fang Zhao is ranked third.
The first two, one is a talented dance artist in Huangzhou's early forties, who has been famous for many years and is known as the successor of the Dance God.
The second is a painter in his fifties. In the new century, he is still at the youth level. He came from a family of calligraphy and painting, and he is also a genius. Not to mention how many awards he has won, people are most impressed by him. The two paintings that were sold a while ago were sold for tens of millions.
In the direction of music, four were recorded this year, and Fang Zhao was the first in the direction of music.
In fact, when they saw the final rankings, the scorers in the music group were still a little regretful. If they knew this, they should have given Fang Zhao's score a few points higher, so that they wouldn't fall behind dance and painting and calligraphy.
However, for the media who are concerned about the enrollment of this advanced course, they don't think much about the rankings of each category, and the focus is on Fang Zhao.
Many entertainment media people were still stepping on Fang Zhao yesterday, but today they are flattering.
What "The Twelve Rules of Imperial Art is the youngest student in the past 50 years! Another Mo Lang! The Universal Award is not a dream!"
What "strength? Or luck? The most spiritual peace charm in history!"
The entertainment news media have given full play to their ability to ignore logic and close their eyes, so that Fang Zhao doesn't even recognize himself.
And some critics were unwilling to be lonely at this time. A well-known critic also posted a short comment on his interactive platform.
"It's really surprising. Fang Zhao has great potential in the future. No one knows how high he will reach, but one thing is certain, Silver Wing Media will be unable to control Fang in the future. called."
When the Silver Wing people saw this, they didn't know whether to cry or laugh: When did we control him
From the very beginning, Fang Zhao has always done something beyond the company's expectations.
I couldn't control it at all!
In Yanzhou, the management department of the Martyrs Cemetery held a ceremony on the second day after the re-examination results were released.
On this day, the cemetery of the martyrs was full of people who came to watch the ceremony, both from this continent and from other continents.
A tourist from other continents looked at the ceremonial guards and the band walking in front of him, and then looked at the dark crowd behind him, and said to his partner: "Tsk, look at this battle, when the ceremony is over, the peace talisman will have to be sold out."
The little friend replied with a look of "you are too naive": "You don't know? The talisman for this ceremony has already been reserved! If you want to buy it, you have to line up!"
Yes, Fang Zhao has the same safety charm, and it has become a popular Internet celebrity, and tourists from other continents also regard this place as a must-see.
Someone asked them, there are cemeteries on every continent, why do you all come here
Tourists: Isn't this a coincidence to join in the fun!
Why don't you buy it online and come all the way to Yanzhou
Tourists: Because the sales of this talisman are too hot, the cemetery cannot keep up with the shipments, so the online sales are closed, and you can only queue up to make an appointment. It's faster to come here, and the queue can be earlier than online.
In fact, many people are not really superstitious about this, they just follow the trend and feel that they can buy it back as a decoration, and they can also give it away.
Fang Zhao who saw these news: "..."
The mood is complicated again.
In Yanbei City Rest Center, the smile on Mr. Fang's face has not stopped for the past two days, and the smile is sour.
"My family's Xiaozhao, it's not me blowing it, he just has the ability! How many analysts say that he will stop after the first test, but now?" Mrs. Fang does not know how many times he has turned out the current enrollment list of the 12 Laws of Huangyi to give people look.
"In the competition of so many outstanding artists, you have won the third place. Was this called the third flower in ancient times?"
An old cadre replied: "I heard that Tanhua Lang is good-looking, but your great-grandson is not good-looking."
When Mrs. Fan heard this, her eyebrows stood up.
The veteran cadre quickly explained: "No, I mean, your great-grandson is not good-looking enough."
Others around are speechless, you might as well not explain.
Grandpa Fang exploded with rage, "You are just jealous, you are jealous and talk sour!"
Someone came forward to adjust the atmosphere, "Old man Fang, should you think more about your family's Xiaozhao now? What is the tuition fee for the advanced training class, and whether you should pay for it or not. I heard that the tuition fee for the Twelve Laws of Huangyi is very expensive."
Grandpa Fang was stunned for a moment, and immediately recovered, "Yes, yes, I still have responsibilities. I won't talk to you, it's a waste of time!"
Mrs. Fang went home to count his small treasury, checked the tuition fees for the twelve laws of Cha Huangyi, and privately found a few acquaintances who had worked in the education system to inquire about the specific situation, and asked what operations and procedures were needed. .
Someone soon replied: "Tuition fee? The tuition fee for the advanced study class is very expensive, hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, which is not considered living expenses, and the daily interpersonal communication over there also costs money, which is not less than the tuition fee. However, You don't have to worry, as long as you are admitted to an advanced training class at the level of the Twelve Laws, you will definitely go through the green channel for talent training in our continent. It is supported by the Ministry of Education. The bonuses will be able to offset the tuition fees, you only need to bear the daily expenses. However, your family's income is also quite large, what are you worried about?"
"The money he makes is his own, and I give it to me as an elder! Do you understand?"
Grandpa Fang has his own thoughts. He has to prove that he is still useful, otherwise he will not feel at ease. If you can't handle anything, isn't it just like the old men in the yard who spend all day fighting and chatting in the yard
After inquiring about what happened before entering school, Mrs. Fang began to imagine the future again, with a fascinated smile on his face.
It's good at Huangyi, as for the top training classes in top universities, it is best to find a girlfriend who is also capable and like-minded, just like in the recent youth idol drama, classmates, dear ones or something .
However, Mr. Fang soon remembered the age of Fang Zhao's advanced classmates...
The smile gradually disappeared. . . .