Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 513 Whispers of Youth

After asking that question, the plane took off, and Qu Ming could only reluctantly turn off his phone.

However, Chen's meaning is already very clear: if Wan Da still insists on his own opinion, then I will really sign with Bi Guiyuan.

Unlike Qu Ming's dilemma, the courtyard house near Yonghe Temple is now bustling with activity.

This courtyard has probably never housed so many young people before. Chen Zhe was also awake; he simply didn't want to talk to Lao Qu, so he asked Sister Cosplay to help him turn them away.

After hanging up the phone and returning to the courtyard, Wang Changhua was sitting in a wicker chair, creaking and rocking back and forth, enjoying herself.

The moonlight, like scattered silver, fell on the blue brick and tile houses. The evening breeze, carrying the subtle fragrance of the night, wandered through the mottled cracks in the bricks, like a cool ribbon, wiping away the summer heat inch by inch.

"Why are you bringing work with you on vacation?"

Wang Changhua shouted at Chen Zhe, "Don't you feel a lot of pressure?"

Chen shrugged and picked up the beer on the table.

When I came back from the airport and got off the subway, I passed a small restaurant where a group of people were gathered at the entrance watching highlights from previous Olympic Games. Every now and then, I could hear cheers, and it felt like watching the World Cup.

Wang Changhua was in high spirits and suggested buying some drinks to take home.

Chen was initially worried about disturbing Professor Guan, but then Sister Cos said that the old lady was being hosted by the Organizing Committee for the Olympic Games that night and needed to rest in the Olympic Village because she would be accompanying the leaders to conduct the final review of the opening ceremony tomorrow.

Chen then agreed to buy some food.

But drinking beer in the summer feels so refreshing, like a fountain erupting in your throat. I took a big gulp and said comfortably:

"Pressure is formed from the fear of not working hard and being proactive, but being unwilling to accept the status quo."

"We all work very hard, so we don't usually feel any pressure."

Chen smiled and said to Wang Changhua, "You and Wu Yu are both complacent players, content with the status quo, so naturally you don't feel any pressure."

"I rely on!"

Wu Yu was unhappy: "I've tried my best, okay? It's just that I'm not talented enough. Even cosplaying artists are signing with galleries, and I can't even paint a sketch that would satisfy an old lady."

Yu Xuan pouted her red lips: "I haven't agreed yet."

Neither Zhao Yuanyuan nor Zhu Xiuxiu knew what "signing with the gallery" meant, and if Chen Zhe hadn't been a family member, he probably wouldn't have known either.

As the world continues to develop, artists signing with galleries has become a trend.

The gallery provides its signed artists with resources such as art promotion, exhibition planning, publicity and sales to help them enhance their industry visibility.

Signing with international galleries can also help artists access global markets.

In fact, you can understand it by thinking of galleries as a kind of "intermediary". It's just that this intermediary is much more high-end. Some international galleries have tens or hundreds of billions of dollars in funding behind them in order to carry out auctions, exhibitions, art fairs and other businesses.

Therefore, top galleries have very strict signing conditions because they require a lot of resources to be invested upfront.

However, some young artists who show great potential are being pursued and signed by galleries.

For example, someone like Cosplay Sister is clearly the next generation successor of the Lingnan School of Painting. She has been commented on by countless famous figures in the capital these past few days, and her future development is immeasurable.

As a result, many galleries wanted to sign her in advance, before she became famous. Saving money wasn't the main reason; the most important thing was to get ahead of the competition and expand their own gallery's influence.

Even Professor Guan, who is usually serious, does not object to this, after all, it is a way to become professional.

The old lady was quite strict when it came to choosing galleries, even though many galleries tried to persuade her through various connections.

"Do you really want to compare yourself to that very top-tier group of people?"

Faced with Wu Yu's self-deprecation, Wang Changhua offered a consolation, but with a hint of sarcasm: "Eat as much as you can handle. You can't just focus on where you're weaker than others."

"Like Chen Zhe, he is a little bit more capable than me, but he is not as good-looking, as talented in music, or as good at attracting girls as I am."

Wang Changhua shrugged: "So God is fair. Chen, tell me for yourself, does that make sense?"

"What a character! And he's even popular with girls!"

Wu Yu spat.

Zhao Yuanyuan ignored everything else and happily devoured the watermelon.

"Yes, yes, that makes a lot of sense."

Chen Zhe didn't want to pay any attention to Wang Changhua. He picked up a palm-leaf fan and fanned himself, then slapped Yu Xian's calf. The faded red string wrapped around the fan handle swayed gently with his movements, shooing away the occasional mosquito that flew by.

Yu Xian happily showed her tiny teeth, then snatched the palm-leaf fan and gently fanned Chen Youyou.

This subtle gesture caught Zhu Xiuxiu's eye, and she thought to herself, "The boss and his wife really have a deep affection for each other."

When I picked her up from the airport, I saw this girl cheer and rush towards the boss.

The boss opened his arms wide, his face full of doting affection.

Zhu Xiuxiu suddenly realized how wrong she had been to pair the boss and Huang Cancan together.

There's a saying that goes like this:

I like you.

It's not just because of how you look.

Also because of when I saw you.

What I look like.

Although the host was quite pretty, the way the boss looked at her didn't have the same kind of gleam.

Therefore, the two girls must hold different positions in the boss's heart; one is the boss's wife in the true sense.

As for the host, Zhu Xiuxiu is not sure yet.

"Ok?"

Yu Xuan noticed that Zhu Xiuxiu was staring at her, and asked with a smile, "Senior Sister Zhu, what's wrong?"

"what……"

The secretary then realized that staring at the person was impolite.

So she blushed and stammered somewhat shyly, "I just feel like I really like you."

These are my heartfelt words.

But then Zhu Xiuxiu realized the grammatical error when she noticed everyone's eyes widening.

The secretary panicked even more: "I...I didn't mean that, I meant...um..."

For a moment, I didn't know how to explain it.

"It's ok!"

Yu Xian said crisply, "I also really like Senior Sister Zhu!"

I don't know who laughed first, but everyone burst out laughing, and their desire to chat grew stronger and stronger.

Until the dew quietly climbed up the rim of the enamel mug, freezing the last few unspoken whispers of youth.

……

This is how we arrange our rest time in the evening.

Yu Xuan, Wu Yu, Zhao Yuanyuan, and Zhu Xiuxiu squeezed into one bed.

Chen Zhe and Wang Changhua shared a bed.

Chen Zhe naturally felt "unhappy" with this arrangement, but there was nothing he could do to change it. He could only say to Wang Changhua on the other end with a look of disgust, "Sleep away from me, I think you're too flirtatious."

In the pitch-black room after the lights were turned off, Wang Changhua's dissatisfied voice came from inside: "Why do you say I'm slutty?"

Chen grinned and said, "You drank ice-cold beer with a temperature of 0 degrees Celsius, but you peed with a temperature of 37 degrees Celsius. Do you think you have a high fever?"

"Hehe~"

Wang Changhua wasn't angry at all, and said with a smile, "Then if I foamed up, does that mean I have a high fever?"

……

(One more chapter tonight. Sorry, I'm actually more regular at work, which is quite unusual.)
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