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Chapter 24 We Can Be Classmates

"Whichever school you get into, just go there?" Wang Zian replied casually.

Zhou Ye suddenly interjected, "Why don't you come and study at the Beijing Film Academy!"

Her tone was much softer than before, and her voice was a little lower, as if the thought had just popped into her head and rushed to her lips without being processed by her brain.

"That way we can be classmates and see each other often!"

She paused for a moment after saying that.

It was as if he was confirming that he had actually said it.

Then her voice gradually faded, until the last few words were almost muffled.

"It would be a shame if you didn't come!"

After she finished speaking, she blushed and lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twirling around the edge of the bowl.

Wang Zian looked at the whorl of her hair, paused, and asked, "Are you really that confident you can pass the second and third rounds of auditions?"

Zhou Ye suddenly raised his head.

The redness on his face hadn't completely faded, but his eyebrows were already furrowed and his lips were slightly pouting—it was an expression of being provoked.

"You just said the teacher thought highly of me and that I'd definitely pass the exam; now you're discouraging me!"

"Just kidding!" Wang Zian waved his hand with a smile. "But you'll definitely pass the art exam!"

"I hope so!"

Zhou Ye was also a little uneasy.

"I only started preparing for the art college entrance exam in my senior year of high school, and I only studied for three or four months!"

"If I don't pass the exam, I'll have to study abroad!"

Zhou Ye began to doubt his life and give up on himself.

"Don't go!" Wang Zian suddenly exclaimed.

Zhou Ye's fingers trembled in fright, almost knocking the cup over.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ye asked curiously;

"You'll definitely pass!" Wang Zi'an said earnestly. "Don't worry!"

Zhou Ye nodded, seemingly agreeing but not really.

Subconsciously, she took Wang Zian's words as him simply encouraging her.

In fact, Wang Zian knew that foreign countries were not a good place to go, especially in the last two years, as foreign countries have been declining.

The environment there is too chaotic.

She's an international student! Her sister is, but I'd rather not say.

Seeing that the two had started chatting, Zhou Siqi took the initiative to get up and pay the bill.

Wang Zian could only continue to encourage Zhou Ye, because if he failed to get into the Beijing Film Academy, everything would be over.

Fortunately, he reads a lot, so when he encourages people, he doesn't just repeat the same old phrases like "You can do it" or "Believe in yourself."

He started by talking about Zhou Ye's performance in the examination room, then moved on to her physical appearance, and then to her figure and face.

After breaking it down and analyzing it point by point, the conclusion is: you're fine. If you don't go to Beijing Film Academy, who will?

As Zhou Ye listened, his lower back lifted off the chair back, and his posture gradually relaxed from being curled up.

When Wang Zian finished analyzing the third point, her almond-shaped eyes lit up.

"You think I can do it?!" Zhou Ye's eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Of course!" Wang Zian said sincerely. "You haven't lost faith, have you?"

"Hmph!" Zhou Ye rolled his eyes. "Of course I have!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in the seat opposite him.

Zhou Siqi returned after paying the bill.

"Let's go."

The two got up and left Haidilao with Zhou Siqi.

When I stepped out of the store, the wind outside was a bit colder than when I arrived.

In Beijing, the temperature difference on a winter night is so great it feels like two different seasons. Wang Zian zipped his coat up all the way and turned up the collar to cover his chin.

Zhou Ye pulled up the hood of his down jacket, the brim pulled low, revealing only his chin and a small section of his nose that was slightly red from the cold.

Zhou Ye's sister drove Wang Zi'an back to his hotel.

After saying goodbye, Wang Zian and Zhou Ye watched them leave.

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Back in his room, Wang Zian lay down on his bed. The ceiling light was off, and the only light in the room was the red glow of the TV standby light and the faint city light coming in from the window.

Looking back on today's events, I have to say, it was quite interesting.

Zhou Ye's Oriole song is quite loud!

Before you know it, you've fallen asleep.

At seven o'clock in the night, Wang Zian was suddenly awakened by his cell phone ringing.

I opened my eyes to find the room completely dark, with only my phone screen lit up.

He squinted and reached out, his fingers brushing across the bedside table, knocking over a water bottle. He moved a little to the left and finally grabbed the phone.

The screen displayed an unfamiliar number. It showed it was a local Beijing number!

"Hey~!" he answered the phone.

"Hello, is this Wang Zian? Do you remember my voice?"

Wang Zian moved the phone to his other ear.

The gears in my brain started turning slowly and haltingly, and the sound seemed somewhat familiar.

"Is this Teacher Wang?"

"Yes, it's me!" The woman's voice on the other end of the phone chuckled.

"Oh! Hello, Teacher Wang, is there something you need so late?"

"Hey, I'm downstairs at your hotel right now!"

Wang Zian instantly cleared his mind, sat up in bed, and went to the window.

Pulling back a corner of the curtains, it was already completely dark outside.

The Taifu Hotel's signature lights peeked through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin strip of orange-red light on the ceiling.

Occasionally, a car would drive by on the road, and the sound of its tires rolling over the pavement was filtered out by the windows, becoming a low rustling sound when it finally came in.

He lived on the fourth floor, and outside his window was the main entrance of the Taifu Hotel, where the streetlights illuminated the open space in front of the entrance.

A car was parked across the street with its hazard lights on, the yellow lights flashing on and off.

Several people were standing at the door.

The light was not bright enough for him to see faces clearly; he could only vaguely make out the outlines of two or three people.

A shorter man, wearing a dark coat, was carrying something in his hand.

A tall woman with long hair was standing nearby. Another figure stood beside the car, hands in their pockets.

"Is there something you need?" Wang Zian asked cautiously.

"Well, about your art college entrance exam, I think we can talk about it!"

"Ah~! Isn't that against the rules?" Wang Zian never expected that he was being called out because of this.

Downstairs, Wang Chunzi, who had received the dean's order to bring her students to provide ideological guidance, looked embarrassed.

Of course it's against the rules.

In principle, it is absolutely forbidden for examiners to contact candidates privately during the examination.

But it's also possible to do it without violating the rules!

It's about doing some ideological work and showing concern for the students' application intentions.

This isn't a violation; it's friendly exchange.

"It's not against the rules, it's just a simple chat, it doesn't involve exam content or grading!" Wang Chunzai explained with difficulty;

Wang Zian stood by the window, looking at the small figures below.

In February, the temperature in Beijing at night had already dropped to around zero degrees Celsius.

The wind rustled the branches of the sycamore trees along the roadside, and the hems of the coats of the people standing under the streetlights swayed in the wind.

Seeing the few people still downstairs enjoying the breeze so late at night, Wang Zian opened the curtains a little.

"Should you come up, or should I go down?"

Wang Chunzai glanced at the bright lights in the hotel lobby; it was a place where people could talk, but there were too many people, making it inconvenient.

She needed a more private space to have a proper talk with this young man.

Wang Chunzi considered for a moment; "If it's convenient, let's find a place to talk!"

"Okay!" Wang Zian said, "Wait for me a moment!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone; grabbed a dark blue Cleanfit work jacket, and went out.