The oil painting competition started at 9 am. According to the rules, everyone had to be in their seats by 8: 30 am.
To ensure fairness, the seats were arranged by drawing lots at the last minute. Wei Jing drew number 58, which was in the middle. It was neither good nor bad.
Le Cheng and Xia Susu were more unlucky. One of them drew number 5, while the other drew number 98. The two cameras in front and behind were like black holes that shot straight into people's hearts. Some of the more unstable youths' fingers might have stiffened.
In the spacious venue, the white crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light. The youths coming and going were all about 14 or 15 years old. Most of them had already developed, and their faces were full of youthful vigor. Among them, Wei Jing, who was only 12 years old and short like a doll, was particularly eye-catching.
"Hey! Which school are you from? What's your name? How old are you this year? " The little girl sitting beside Wei Jing used her fingers to touch her paintbrush. Her bright eyes had a sly glint, and she looked lively and cute.
Wei Jing had a good impression of the little girl. He smiled and said, "My name is Wei Jing. I'm from the neighboring City A …"
Before the little boy could finish his sentence, the little girl covered her mouth and screamed as if she had seen a ghost. "You're Wei Jing, the one who got second place previously?"
"Yes." Wei Jing nodded.
"Ah ah ah!! I didn't expect you to look so young! " The little girl's index finger and thumb made a small gesture. The blood in her body was burning, and she was clamoring for battle. Her eyes were shining. "I was first in the preliminary round. This time, I will still be first."
"Ah?" Wei Jing tilted his head and said indifferently, "Oh. My goal is to be in the top three."
"What?" The little girl slammed the table and stood up. She stared angrily at Wei Jing's delicate face. "You're so good at painting? How can you only aim for third place? "
This time, if not for Wei Jing's rusty brush strokes, the first place in the preliminary examination would have changed hands. The young lady had thought about many things before she came here, but she had never thought that Wei Jing was such a soft child. He … he had no ambition at all.
How infuriating! Crying with Anger QAQ
"But don't you want first place?" Wei Jing glanced at the young lady strangely, his eyes filled with confusion. "So what's wrong with me aiming for the top three?"
He thought for a moment and said, "And we … seem to be enemies!"
The little girl stood there in a daze for a moment before saying, "That's right!" They were now in a competitive relationship. Why should she care about whether the enemy was ambitious or not?
Wei Jing was very pleased to see this. [See, there are only a few smart people in this world. I can't compare to the best, but I'm still better than the worst. If big brother needs my help in the future, I should be able to … do it!]
Wu! It's all Big Brother's fault. His gaze in the morning was too oppressive.
"Is that the second place of this year's preliminary examination? He looks so young! Is he really twelve years old? "
"He's so cute! His eyelashes are so long, like a girl's … "
"…"
Due to the commotion caused by the young lady, many people were attracted to the scene. In addition, Wei Jing's looks were heaven-defying. Not only did he get second place in the preliminary examination, he was also very young. Furthermore, the golden period of a boy's puberty was between the ages of thirteen to sixteen. In terms of visual effects, he seemed to be a few years younger than everyone present.
"Hey! This person is Wei Jing. He's just a little brat. Was he really the one who drew the previous painting? "
"I heard that his family is very rich. Maybe he bought it."
"Ah! That's too unfair. "There were also people who didn't like Wei Jing and said indignantly," So what if he's rich? Now he has to draw on the spot. Don't tell me he's so scared that he can't hold the paintbrush! "
"Hahahaha … Maybe he really is …"
If Wei Jing was really a child, he would probably be trembling with anger. The experience from his previous life came in handy in this life. He didn't know how many times he had heard more vicious words than this.
{That's the young master of the Wei family? Look at his soft and tender skin. Is Young Master Wei raising a pet?}
{How pitiful! I heard that all of the family's assets belong to Young Master Wei. When Young Master Wei gets married, he'll be kicked out of the Wei family. Hehehe, then we can …}
{I heard that Young Master Wei dotes on his younger brother a lot, but in my opinion, he just wants to spoil him until he's useless. That way, he won't be able to compete with him. Tsk tsk! What a vicious method. This Wei Jing has no ability and no scheming. When Wei He dies, he'll be finished.}
{Hahaha!! Don't say that. He still has a good face. Maybe he'll serve you well in bed …}
When Wei Jing heard these words for the first time, he was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it. He angrily ran out to argue with the other party. The other party was clearly belittling him, but on the surface, they were submissive and didn't dare to talk back.
Thinking that he had won, he was overjoyed.
Big Brother was really good to him. He was the one who didn't live up to expectations and was unreliable. Why did they say that?
After that, even more rumors and slanders spread among the endless branches like a forest that had been set ablaze in autumn. If a lie was told a thousand times, the people who told it would believe it, and the people who heard it would also believe it. Then … it would become the truth.
Just like the devil's bait to lure humans into depravity, Wei Jing believed that Big Brother cared about him.
But this layer of care was so thin. It was like the last snow of winter. Under the bright sun, it would disappear at any time.
So he worked hard to prove his worth to everyone.
In the end, he lost his life because of his bad luck. He imitated others and got drunk at night. After drinking a bottle of wine, he squatted by the roadside and couldn't get up. In the end, he was hit by a tired truck.
But in this life …
Wei Jing gave a faint, honey-like smile. In the beginning, his elder brother had dared to rebel against his father for his sake and was even willing to abandon the status of the Wei family's old residence … How could he not trust such an elder brother?
Besides, he was much more powerful in this life than he was in his previous life.
He didn't want to cry after being scolded by others. He didn't have friends or dreams. He didn't want to be like a pitiful and weak canary, staying in the oppressive old mansion of the Wei family every day and enduring the strange and pitiful gazes of the servants.
After being reborn, he was still an ordinary person among the millions of people in this world.
But compared to his previous life, he lived a much more relaxed and happy life.
At around 8: 40 PM, the TV station and the judges appeared on the wide stage together. Wei Jing immediately saw Li Fei walking at the back. The 18-year-old Li Fei was about 1.7 meters tall. His refreshing black hair fell on his forehead. His eyes weren't big, but they were well-shaped. His eyelashes were long and his pupils were light, like the finest colored glass.
He was wearing a simple light gray suit today. The suit was well-tailored, and it accentuated his slim waist and long legs. He was so beautiful that he looked like a prince in a fairy tale.
Wei Jing was a little dazed for a moment. Unknowingly, so much time had passed that Li Fei had become a mature and reliable young man.
Since Li Fei went to high school, the two of them had less time to see each other. In addition, when they met at Xu Jiaming's house, he was either wearing a simple T-shirt or a large overcoat.
Clothes make the man, just as horses make the saddle.
That was not an exaggeration.
Li Fei also saw Wei Jing. He secretly winked at him and looked at him encouragingly.
Wei Jing nodded slightly and told him that he would work hard. It was only after he was done that he realized — why did their series of actions seem so much like a meeting between Mafia spies? He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The hosts of the TV station were the golden partners of the children's channel. Most of the young people here grew up watching them.
Therefore, the moment the two of them appeared, they attracted a lot of attention.
The cameraman set up the camera and asked the judges to say a few words first. Then, the host symbolically said a few words of encouragement. The host walked off the stage and stopped in front of the girl who had talked to Wei Jing before, asking a few questions.
The girl was bold and didn't have stage fright at all. She was lively and cute in front of the camera, which made the host talk to her a little more.
After interviewing the first contestant, the host directly changed the direction and started to talk to Wei Jing.
"Wei Jing, right? How old are you this year? You look so young! "The female host with exquisite makeup said with a smile. Her tone was deliberately low and gentle, with a cute syllable.
Looking at the black camera, Wei Jing subconsciously became nervous. "I … I'm 12 years old this year."
This program was broadcast to the whole country. He didn't want to lose face in front of the whole country!
"12 years old? What a cute kid. In the first round, this cute kid got second place! "The male host said," You can't judge a book by its cover. Kid, are you confident that you can get first place in the finals? "
"I'll work hard." Wei Jing adhered to the principle that the more he said, the more mistakes he made. He would only answer a question when the other party asked.
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