Fang Zhao stayed in Huangzhou after the exam. While waiting for the results of the second round, he visited a few industry seniors recommended by Ming Cang and Xue Jing. They had even attended his solo concerts.
There were also a few QiMu graduates that Fang Zhao had gotten to know in the chat group. These people had helped him before the second round and passed along materials for his exam preparation. Fang Zhao was still grateful to them, regardless of whether they were used in the end.
Huangzhou Institute of Art, inside an office.
The teachers marking the second round's exam papers were discussing Fang Zhao's exam papers.
"This kid not only has a solid foundation, but he also has good perception and intelligence. He is indeed capable and has the qualifications to enter Twelve Tones. A rare talent."
Some experiences couldn't be taught by teachers. Students had to comprehend on their own. Students with good perception were easier to guide.
"If it was just the questions, I would also give him high marks, but we still have to consider his character," a teacher expressed a different opinion.
"What, did you recall the score from the Yanzhou chapter's ninth season finale of 'Founding Era'?"
"The official information is that Fang Zhao composed it himself, but I still have my doubts. That isn't something someone his age can compose. Even if he has composed some outstanding works in the past, the one in 'Founding Era' is different."
"You guys also said that he has good perception and intelligence. How can you be so sure that he can't compose it? There are still geniuses in this world. "
"This isn't something a simple genius can explain! Sigh, I don't know how to describe this feeling. You guys won't understand either. "
The marking teachers were split into two factions. One faction felt that Fang Zhao had talent and ability. He also solved questions well, so giving him high marks in the second round would be no problem.
But the other faction was adamant: I don't believe it! Regardless of how Fang Zhao did, he definitely found a ghostwriter for his previous works! For someone who found a ghostwriter and refused to admit it, the overall score of the second round had to be suppressed!
The head of the marking music team knitted his brows as he watched the two sides bicker. There wouldn't be a result if they continued arguing, so he said, "Alright, stop arguing. If you guys really can't come to a conclusion, make a call and ask. "
"Ask who?"
"I already asked Xue Jing. He denied any involvement in Fang Zhao's composition. I believe he wouldn't lie about this. Furthermore, Xue Jing's style is different. It's not him."
"What do you mean?"
"Ask Teacher Mo Lang."
As soon as they heard that they were going to ask Mo Lang, the two factions fell silent.
When the team leader saw everyone's cowardice, he got angry. He pointed at the teacher who had been arguing the loudest. "You, call him yourself."
"Me … Me?" The teacher stuttered.
"Weren't you very loud just now? Go ask him. "
"You can't blame me. It's because of my singing style. I'm not used to speaking softly. Besides, I don't know Teacher Mo's contact number. "
"I know. I've already dialed it for you."
As the leader of the marking team spoke, he stuffed the communicator into the teacher's hand and lifted his chin, indicating for him to ask quickly.
Mo Lang had just returned from planet Wai. He was currently on vacation and had nothing to do at home, so the call went through rather quickly.
The teacher nervously introduced himself and then explained his purpose. He wanted to know if Mo Lang had given Fang Zhao any guidance during his composing.
Mo Lang had been in this circle for many years. Even if he didn't like to get involved, it was impossible for him not to understand the other party's meaning. The other party was just short of directly asking, "Are you ghostwriting for someone?"
Mo Lang was silent.
This sort of silence wasn't tacit agreement, but it was suffocating.
The other teachers also held their breaths and lowered their own presence. The room was so silent that one could hear a pin drop.
The teacher holding the communicator had already started to sweat. "Teacher … Teacher Mo, we aren't questioning your character. We were just asking."
Mo Lang was even more silent.
The silence made the marking teachers' scalps go numb. A few of them shifted away uncomfortably. They knew that this was the calm before the storm.
"Venerable Mo?" the teacher holding the communicator probed. His voice sounded weak.
On the other end of the call, Mo Lang's breathing was heavy, but his voice was very calm. "I remember that I have spoken to my colleagues in the industry about Fang Zhao's situation. From what you're saying, are you suspecting that I'm lying? "
"No, no, no! Venerable Mo, we are just going through the motions. Don't get worked up! You mustn't get worked up! "The teacher was so anxious that his face was red.
Mo Lang suddenly raised his voice and bellowed, "Absolutely disgraceful!"
"Don't think too much! We really didn't mean it that way! We really didn't! " The teacher was so anxious that he bounced up from his chair. Venerable Mo was a treasured artist. If anything happened to him, they would be finished.
"Do you want me to swear on my World Medal? Ah? How do you want me to prove it? I will go to HuangArt right now to prove it to you! This old man can still walk! Doubt me? That's simply slandering all the artistic glory I've received in my life! Trample! "
"No, no, no, you really misunderstood. Of course we believe in your character. We are really just going through the motions! Really! "
The furious berating continued. The marking teacher holding the communicator was sweating profusely.
Mo Lang's words were like a huge brick smashing down on his head, each heavier than the last. His head was about to be smacked dizzy.
He couldn't handle Venerable Mo's rage alone. He wanted to find other marking teachers to share the burden.
"Hurry up and help explain …"
However, when he turned around, he realized that all the other marking teachers had run off.
The person bearing the brunt of the rage alone: "…"
At this moment, the curses in his heart could fill the entire Huangzhou.
Mo Lang lectured him on the phone for more than ten minutes. This was because he was getting on in years. His assistants were worried about the old man's health and advised him.
When the call ended, the marking teachers who had left walked back in one by one. One of them even said, "
One of them even said, "I said it long ago. We have to be realistic. If it's good, it's good. If it's bad, it's bad. How it should be! We are just marking teachers, not instructors. If there's really a problem with this person, then the instructors should be the ones to worry about it. Let's not be unreasonable. Since he solved the questions well and you can't find evidence that he hired someone to ghostwrite, then let's just go with the truth on the paper. "
The teacher holding the communicator had a face as stiff as a rock as he complained silently. Why didn't you say all this before you made the call?
The marking teachers sat back down and looked at the team leader. "Let's go with the paper?"
The team leader decided. "Let's go with the paper."
On the day the results were released, many media outlets had their eyes on HuangArt's official website.
Twelve out of a thousand was a rather high elimination rate.
At the appointed time, the enrollment page for this year's HuangArt's Twelve Tones refreshed, and the 12 accepted students were listed.
This list was arranged in descending order according to the overall results of the second round. Fang Zhao was in third place.
Of the two in front, one was a Huangzhou dance artist in his early forties. He had been famous for many years and was known as the successor to the dance god.
The second was an artist in his fifties. In the New Era, he was still considered a youth. He came from a family of painters and artists and was also a genius. Not to mention the number of awards he had won, the deepest impression people had of him was the two paintings he had sold a while back. They had been sold for tens of millions.
In the field of music, there were four accepted students this year. Fang Zhao was number one in the field of music.
Actually, when they saw the final rankings, the marking teacher from the music team felt a little regretful. If they had known earlier, they would have given Fang Zhao a few more marks so that he wouldn't have fallen behind dance and painting.
However, the media outlets paying attention to the enrollment of this year's advanced course didn't think too much about the rankings of the various categories. Their focus was on Fang Zhao.
Many entertainment media outlets had been trampling on Fang Zhao with all their might yesterday, but today, they were fawning over him.
What "HuangArt's Twelve Tones' youngest advanced course student in the last 50 years! Another Mo Lang! The World Prize is no dream! "
What "ability? Or luck? The most effective safety talisman in history! "
Entertainment media outlets fully displayed their ability to blindly exaggerate without acknowledging logic. They praised Fang Zhao until he didn't even recognize himself.
At this time, some critics weren't willing to be left out. A certain well-known critic even posted a short comment on his social platform.
"What a surprise. This person, Fang Zhao, has great potential in the future. Nobody knows what heights he will reach, but one thing is for sure. Silver Wing Media will probably not be able to control Fang Zhao in the future. "
When the people from Silver Wing saw this, they didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When have we ever controlled him?
From the start, Fang Zhao had always done things that exceeded the company's expectations.
From start to finish, they had never controlled him!
Yanzhou. The day after the results of the second round of examinations were released, the management department of the Cemetery of Martyrs held a ceremony.
On this day, the Cemetery of Martyrs was filled with people who had come to attend the ceremony. Some were from Yanzhou, while others were from other continents.
A tourist from another continent looked at the ceremonial guards and band walking in front of him, then looked at the dense crowd behind him and lamented to his companion, "Tsk, look at this situation. When the ceremony is over, those safety talismans will be sold out."
His companion had a "you're too naive" look on his face as he replied, "You don't know? The talismans for this ceremony have long been reserved! Those who want to buy them have to queue up! "
That's right, Fang Zhao's version of the safety talisman had become an internet sensation. Tourists from other continents also considered this place a must-visit.
Someone asked them, "Every continent has a cemetery. Why do you all come here?"
Tourists: Isn't this a coincidence? Joining in on the fun!
Why don't you buy it online and come all the way to Yanzhou?
Tourists: Because this type of talisman is selling too well, the cemetery can't keep up with its stock. Online sales have been shut down, so you can only queue up for reservations. It's faster to get here, and you can queue up at the front.
Actually, many people weren't necessarily superstitious. They were just following the trend to join in on the fun. They felt that buying it back was fine as a decoration and that it would be presentable as a gift.
Fang Zhao who saw this news: "…"
His feelings were complicated once again.
Yanbei retirement facility. The smile on Great-Grandfather Fang's face had not stopped for the past two days. That smile made people's teeth ache.
"My family's Little Zhao. Not that I'm bragging, but he really has the ability! Many analysts said that he would stop after the preliminary examination, but what about now? "Great-Grandfather Fang didn't know how many times he had brought up this year's HuangArt's Twelve Tones admissions rankings for others to see.
"Among so many outstanding artists competing, he still managed to get third place. If this was in ancient times, wouldn't he be called third place?"
An old cadre replied, "I heard that third place ranks are all good-looking. Your great-grandson isn't good-looking."
Great-Grandfather Fang's eyebrows shot up when he heard this.
That old cadre hurriedly explained, "No, what I mean is that your great-grandson isn't good-looking enough."
The surrounding people were speechless. You might as well not have explained at all.
Great-grandfather Fang exploded in anger. "You're just jealous and envious! You're just saying sour words!"
Someone stepped forward to ease the atmosphere. "Old Man Fang, shouldn't you be thinking more about your family's Little Zhao? How are the tuition fees for the advanced course? Do you need to make arrangements? I heard that the tuition fees for HuangArt's Twelve Tones are especially expensive. "
Great-Grandfather Fang stared blankly for a moment before regaining his composure. "Right, right, right. I still have responsibilities. I'm not going to waste my time with you guys!"
Great-Grandfather Fang returned home and took stock of his little treasury. He also checked on the tuition fees for HuangArt's Twelve Tones and privately asked a few acquaintances who had worked in the education system to find out the specifics. He inquired about what else needed to be done and what procedures were required.
Very quickly, someone replied, "Tuition fees? That advanced course's tuition fees are very expensive. It's hundreds of thousands a year, and this doesn't even include living expenses. Interpersonal relationships and daily interactions also cost money, and it's no less than the tuition fees. But you don't have to worry. For an advanced course at the level of Twelve Tones, as long as you are accepted, you will surely go through our continent's green channel for nurturing talents. With the Ministry of Education holding the fort, there's no need to make arrangements. The procedures are all handled in advance, and the bonuses can offset the tuition fees. You guys just have to cover your own daily expenses. But your family's Little Zhao's income isn't bad either. What are you so anxious about? "
"The money he earns is his own. The money I'm giving him is a token of my goodwill as an elder! Do you understand my goodwill? "
Great-Grandfather Fang had his own thoughts. He wanted to prove that he was still useful. Otherwise, he wouldn't feel at ease. If he couldn't help out with anything, wouldn't he be just like those old fogeys in the retirement facility who chatted away all day long?
After finding out what had happened before he entered the school, Great-Grandfather Fang started to imagine the future. A mysterious smile appeared on his face.
HuangArt was good. It was a top-notch advanced course at a top-notch school. It would be best if he could find a girlfriend who was equally capable and like-minded. Just like in that recent youth idol drama, classmates, lovey-dovey and whatnot.
But very quickly, Great-Grandfather Fang recalled the age of Fang Zhao's classmates in the advanced course …
His smile gradually faded.
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