Superstars of Tomorrow

Fang Zhao still stayed in Huangzhou after the exam. While waiting for the re-examination results, he visited several industry seniors, all of whom were recommended by Ming Cang and Xue Jing. He even went to his personal concert before.

There are also some seniors who graduated from Qiyin that Fang Zhao met in the communication group. These people also helped him more or less before his re-examination, and passed him the test preparation materials, regardless of whether they were useful or not in the end, Fang Zhao Still thank them.

Huangzhou Academy of Art, in an office.

The marking teachers of the re-examination music group were discussing Fang Zhao's test paper.

"This kid not only has a solid foundation, but also has understanding and spirituality. He is indeed very capable. He is qualified to enter the Twelve Laws. It is a rare talent."

Some experiences cannot be taught by the teacher, and must be realized by the students themselves. Students with strong savvy are easier to carry.

"I will give high marks for a single topic, but we have to consider character when we score." Some teachers expressed different opinions.

"Why, remember the soundtrack at the end of the ninth season of the "Genesis" Yanzhou Chapter?"

"The official information is that Fang Zhao completed it independently, but I'm still skeptical. It's not something a person of his age can create. Even if he has created some excellent works before, but the works in "Genesis" That one is different."

"You also said that he is very savvy and spiritual, so why do you think he can't do it? There are still geniuses in the world."

"It's not something a simple genius can explain! Hey, I don't know how to describe that feeling, and neither do you."

The marking teachers were divided into two groups. One group felt that Fang Zhao, a young man, was talented and capable, and he was also good at solving problems. It would be no problem to give a high score in the retest.

But the other faction insisted: Anyway, I don't believe it! Regardless of how Fang Zhao did in the exam, he must have hired someone to write those works in the past! For this kind of ghostwriter who still refuses to admit it, the comprehensive score of the re-examination will have to be suppressed!

The leader of the marking music group watched the two sides arguing, his brows were furrowed, and he said, "Okay, stop arguing. If you really can't argue, just call and ask." ask."

"Ask who?"

"I've already asked Xue Jing, and he denied being involved in Fang Zhao's creation. I believe he wouldn't lie about this, and Xue Jing's works have a different style, it's not him."

"you mean?"

"Go ask Teacher Mo Lang."

When they heard that they wanted to ask Mo Lang, the two factions fell silent.

The team leader became angry when he saw everyone's cowardice, and pointed to the marking teacher who was the loudest just now, "You, call yourself and ask."

"I... Me?" The teacher stammered.

"Aren't you loud just now? You go and ask."

"It can't be my fault. I'm not used to speaking softly because of the influence of my singing style. Besides, I don't know Teacher Mo's communication number."

"I know, I've already called you."

The leader of the marking team put the communicator in Mr. Sena's hand, raised his chin, and motioned to ask quickly.

Mo Lang just came back from Weixing, he is still on vacation recently, and he has nothing else to do at home, so the connection is quite fast.

The teacher nervously introduced himself first, and then explained the purpose, wondering if Mo Lang had ever guided Fang Zhao's creation.

This is still a tactful question, Mo Lang has been in this circle for many years, even if he doesn't like directors, it is impossible not to understand what the other party means. The other party almost asked bluntly: Do you always ghostwrite for others?

Mo Lang was silent.

This kind of silence is not an acquiescence, but a sense of suffocation with dark clouds.

The other teachers also held their breath, lowering their presence. Needle drop can be heard indoors.

The teacher holding the communicator had already begun to sweat on his forehead, "Mo... Teacher Mo, we are not questioning your character, we are just asking."

Mo Lang was even more silent.

The silence made the marking teachers' scalps tingle, and a few moved away uncomfortably. They know that this is the calm before the storm.

"Old Mo?" the teacher holding the communicator asked tentatively. The voice sounded like a breathlessness.

Mo Lang on the other end of the communication was breathing heavily, but the voice he spoke was very calm: "I remember, I told my colleagues in the circle about Fang Zhao's matter before. According to you, do you suspect that I am lying?"

"No, no, no! Mr. Mo, we're just asking a question as a matter of routine. Don't get excited! Don't get excited!" The teacher blushed so anxiously.

Mo Lang suddenly increased his voice, and shouted angrily, "You're a bastard!"

"Don't think too much! We really didn't mean that! We really didn't!" The teacher jumped up from the chair anxiously. Mr. Mo is a treasure-level artist. If he gets angry, they will be over.

"Do you want me to swear on my Universal Medal! Huh? How do you want me to prove it? I will go to the Imperial Arts to prove it to you now! I can still walk, old man! Doubt me? Slander! Trample!"

"No, no, no, you really misunderstood. Of course we believe in your character. It's really just going through the motions! Really!"

The furious scolding continued, and the sweat dripped from the forehead of the marking teacher holding the communicator.

Mo Lang's words were like hitting him on the head with big bricks one after another, each one getting heavier and heavier, his head was almost dizzy from the blow.

He couldn't bear Mo Lao's anger alone, and he wanted to find other marking teachers to share it.

"Please help explain..."

However, when he turned his head, he found that the other marking teachers who had been 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 land of Huangzhou.

Mo Lang trained on the phone for more than ten minutes. It was still because he was old. The assistants were worried about the old man's physical condition and tried to persuade him.

After the call ended, the marking teachers who had left walked in one by one, and one of them said:

"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 just graders, not instructors. If there is a problem with this person, we should also guide the teacher." Let’s have a headache, let’s not be hypocritical. Since he solved the problem well, and you can’t find any evidence that he hired someone to write it, then follow the real situation on the paper.”

The teacher holding the communicator had a face as stiff as a stone, complaining silently. Why didn't you say this before making the call?

"According to the paper?" The marking teachers who sat down again looked at the team leader.

"Just follow the rolls." The team leader made a decision.

On the day when the results were released, 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 Twelve Laws of the Imperial Arts Refresher Class was refreshed, and the twelve admitted students were also listed.

This list is arranged in descending order according to the comprehensive score of the re-examination, and Fang Zhao is ranked third.

The first two, one is a talented dance artist in Huangzhou in his early forties. He has been famous for many years and is known as the successor of the dancing god.

The second one is a painter in his fifties. In the new century, he is only at the youth level. He comes from a family of calligraphers and painters. The two paintings that were sold a while ago cost tens of millions.

For the music direction, four were recorded this year, and Fang Zhao was the number one in the music direction.

In fact, when they saw the final ranking, the marking teachers of the music group still felt a little regretful. If they had known this, they should have given Fang Zhao a higher score so that they would not be left behind in dancing and painting.

However, the media who paid attention to the enrollment of this training class did not think too much about the rankings of each category, and focused on Fang Zhao.

Many people in the entertainment media were still stomping on Fang Zhao yesterday, but today they changed their faces and flattered him.

What is "The Twelve Laws of the Imperial Arts, the youngest intern student in the past fifty years! Another Mo Lang! The Universal Award is not a dream!"

What is "strength? Or luck? The most spiritual amulet in history!"

The entertainment news media gave full play to their ability to deny logic and close their eyes to brag, so that Fang Zhao didn't even know himself.

And some critics are not willing to be lonely at this time. A well-known critic also posted a short review on his interactive platform——

"It's really surprising. Fang Zhao has great potential in the future. No one knows how high he will go, but one thing is certain, Silver Wing Media Company, I am afraid that Fang Zhao will not be able to control Fang in the future. summoned."

When the Silver Wings saw this, they didn't know whether to cry or laugh: When did we get him under control?

From the very beginning, Fang Zhao always did things that exceeded the company's expectations.

I couldn't control it at all!

In Yanzhou, the management department of the Martyrs Cemetery held a ceremony the day after the results of the reexamination came out.

On this day, the martyrs cemetery was full of people who came to watch the ceremony, including people from this continent and those from other continents.

A tourist from another continent looked at the ceremonial guards and band walking in front of him, and then at the dark crowd behind him, and said to his partner, "Tsk, look at this formation. Once the ceremony is over, the safety charms will be sold out."

The little friend replied with a look of "you are too naive": "You don't know? The talismans for this ceremony have already been booked! If you want to buy them, you have to queue up!"

Yes, Fang Zhao's same style of safety talisman has become an 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 just a coincidence to join in the fun!

Why don't you buy it online instead of traveling all the way to Yanzhou?

Tourists: Because the sales of this talisman are too hot, the cemetery can't keep up with the shipment, so the online sales are closed, so we can only queue up to make an appointment. It's faster to come here, and the queue can be higher than online.

In fact, many people are not necessarily superstitious about this, they just follow the trend and join in the fun, thinking that it is okay to buy it back as a decoration, and it is also good to give it away.

Fang Zhao saw the news: "..."

The mood is complicated again.

In Yanbei City Retirement Center for Cadres, Mr. Fang's smile has not stopped in the past two days, and that smile makes one's teeth ache.

"My Xiaozhao, it's not me bragging, he just has the ability! How many analysts said that he stopped after passing the first test, but now?" Mrs. Fang didn't know how many times he dug up the current admissions list of Huangyi Twelve Laws and gave it to him. people watch.

"In the competition of so many outstanding artists, he also won the third place. Wasn't this called Tanhua in ancient times?"

An old cadre replied: "I heard that Tanhualang is good-looking, but your great-grandson is not good-looking."

When Old Master Fan heard this, his eyebrows were raised.

The old cadre quickly explained: "No, what I mean is, your great-grandson is not good-looking enough."

Other people around are speechless, you might as well not explain it.

Old Mrs. Fang was furious, "You're just envious and jealous, and you're just jealous!"

Someone came forward to adjust the atmosphere, "Old man Fang, should we think more about your family's Xiaozhao now, what is the tuition fee for the advanced class, do you want to take care of it, etc. I heard that the tuition fee of the Twelve Laws of the Imperial Art is very expensive."

Mrs. Fang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately came back to his senses, "Yes, yes, yes, I still have responsibilities, so I won't talk to you, it's a waste of time!"

Mrs. Fang went home to check his small treasury, and checked the tuition fees of Zha Huangyi Twelve Laws. In private, he found a few acquaintances who had worked in the education system to inquire about the specific situation, and asked how to operate and what procedures to go through .

Soon someone replied: "Tuition fees? The tuition fees for advanced courses are very expensive, costing hundreds of thousands a year. This is not counted as living expenses. The daily communication of interpersonal relationships over there also costs money, which is no less than tuition fees. But You don't have to worry, as long as you are admitted to a advanced training class at the level of the Twelve Laws, you will definitely go through the green channel for talent training in our state. The Ministry of Education is responsible for it. The bonus you get can offset the tuition fees, and you only need to bear the daily expenses. However, your family’s income is also quite a lot, so why are you so anxious?”

"The money he earns is his own, and I give it to me as an elder! Do you understand?"

Mrs. Fang has his own little thoughts. He wants to prove that he is still useful, otherwise he will not feel at ease. If you can't get your hands on anything, wouldn't you be the same as those old men in the rest center who spend their days spanking and chatting in the yard?

After inquiring about what happened before entering school, Old Master Fang began to think about the future again, with a bewildered smile on his face.

It’s good to be at Huangyi. For the top advanced training classes in top universities, it’s best to find a girlfriend who is equally capable and like-minded, just like in the recent youth idol drama, classmate, dear or something .

But soon, Mrs. Fang remembered the age of Fang Zhao's classmates in the training class...

The smile faded away.

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