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

Chapter 606 Yu Xuan: I can also go to Zhongda University to find you.
"I……"

Upon hearing the question from the cosplay sister, Chen Zhe suddenly choked.

Do you love her, or do you love her?
This is a life-or-death question for that scoundrel.

If it weren't for the decision to "watch a movie," which he had agreed to, Director Chen would have seriously suspected that he had been set up by capital to sow discord between couples through "Painted Skin."

"I'm not Wang Sheng, how would I know what he's thinking? This question should actually be asked of the screenwriter."

However, Director Chen was quite cunning. He probably understood that everything he said today could become evidence in court later, so he just laughed it off.

Yu Baibai was not satisfied with her boyfriend's evasive answers. She pinched Director Chen's hand and said, "Are you and Wang Sheng covering for each other? He's not a good man, but Pei Rong and Xiao Wei are also weak. When they found out that Wang Sheng had changed his mind, I felt that they should have left him directly!"

These are words spoken after gradually detaching from the emotions of watching the movie and regaining rationality.

"……wrong."

As the Sichuan girl was talking, she suddenly added, "He should have slapped Wang Sheng hard before leaving."

Chen chuckled awkwardly, "If you're going to leave, then leave. Why bother hitting someone?"

"I can't stand it!"

Yu Baibai tilted her head, her waist-length hair cascading down her shoulders like seaweed, and stared blankly at the scoundrel: "Shouldn't he be hit?"

"Yes! Absolutely! Absolutely!"

What else could Chen say? Disregarding his own status and position, he hurriedly said, "If I see Wang Sheng, I'll give him a set of military boxing."

In fact, for Director Chen, this set of "military boxing" might be a "seven-injury boxing" technique.

"嘁~"

Xianmei wanted to roll her eyes, but she was too beautiful and had just cried, which gave her a charming and alluring look.

Chen felt a surge of warmth in his heart and reached out to embrace Yu Baibai's slender waist.

"Humph!"

The Sichuan girl seemed a little angry, coquettishly turning away and saying with a stern expression, "Don't touch me for three minutes!"

The girl next door, with her strong artistic flair, couldn't help but purse her lips and glance at the young couple when she heard Chen Zhe and Yu Xuan's interesting interaction.

Then he picked up his cloth bag and quietly left alone.

"...This girl is also studying art."

Yu Xuan looked at her back and suddenly spoke.

"is it?"

Chen thought to himself, "No wonder I felt that way." Then a thought suddenly popped into his head: "Could it be that I'm going to be your competitor tomorrow?"

"Maybe so, so be it, competition is competition~"

Yu Baibai remained calm, perhaps due to her absolute confidence in her own abilities.

"It doesn't matter anyway."

Chen chuckled and leaned closer, saying, "If you lose, you lose. You won't go down this path again. I can still support you."

"I don't want it~"

With her chin tilted back, Xianmei deliberately said, "After watching this movie, I realized I can't rely entirely on men, so I'd better try my best tomorrow, lest I have to watch Mr. Chen's mood to get even a sip of soup in the future..."

Although she spoke with a stiff tone, Yu Baibai still naturally clung tightly to her boyfriend's arm as they descended the steps.

"you say……"

Chen took a few steps, looked up at the movie screen, and suddenly asked:

"If Pei-rong or Xiao-wei leave as you said, but Wang Sheng is about to die like in the movies, do you think they will come back?"

"Will do!"

Yu Xuan nimbly jumped down one step and said without hesitation.

"Why is this again?"

Chen was puzzled. He always liked to complicate things and speculate on every possibility, so his thinking was a bit sluggish at this moment.

"Because leaving is love, and returning is also love."

Xianmei didn't have so many complicated thoughts; she just felt things were straightforward.

Love is never rational; it is instinct.

……

When they came out of the movie theater, the other friends were already waiting at the door. Wu Yu and the secretary had red eyes, and Wang Changhua's eyes were swollen like light bulbs.

"Brother Hua cried too?"

Chen asked in surprise.

"Hey, don't say that."

Wu Yu looked at him with disdain: "You've already watched it once, but you can't control yourself when it comes to the crucial plot points, look..."

Wu Yu tugged at a wet patch on her clothes: "Nothing I did could soothe her. Even offering her my shoulder didn't help. The tears just kept flowing like a dam had been opened!"

"what."

Wang Changhua was a little embarrassed and pretended to defend herself, saying, "I'm just a man with feelings and loyalty. Look, Chen doesn't have a single pearl. This shows that his heart is as hard as iron."

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right." Chen Zhe didn't bother arguing and waved to flag down two taxis: "You're a man who cries while watching a movie, you can get in first."

……

After returning to the courtyard house, it was already quite late, so everyone quickly took a shower and rested.

Once everything quieted down, even the sound of the moonlight seemed to be clearly audible.

It falls to the ground like a sheet of Xuan paper, waiting for tomorrow's writing.

The next morning, Chen didn't stay in bed; as soon as the alarm rang, he got up to help with tidying up.

At 8:30, another car came back, along with Li Xianglan's car, and they all went to the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

It's Sunday, but there are still quite a few people around, with similar banners hanging everywhere on campus:
"Let's compete in painting and create together on the path of art, and jointly paint a new chapter in art through this exchange and creation!"

There were also some female students acting as hostesses, responsible for guiding vehicles to park.

The format of the "Eight Colleges Exchange Competition" is that each college selects ten undergraduate students to create artwork within a time limit on a given theme.

These ten students were undoubtedly the most outstanding disciples of those famous professors, so many professors also came along, taking the opportunity to see old friends.

If this were a cultivation novel, it would most likely be a "Spiritual Gate Competition" held once every sixty years.

As the host, the Central Academy of Fine Arts (CAFA) attaches great importance to this, but they should be even more eager to win first place and maintain their position among the top eight art academies.

As Chen walked after getting off the bus, he overheard the students from the Central Academy of Fine Arts hurrying past him, whispering among themselves:
"I heard that this year's exchange program between the eight colleges is probably the most prestigious in the last twenty years. Many students who are already quite well-known are coming here to test their skills."

"Indeed, Lin Jinglin and Ji Yunan from our school, Gao Qingxuan and Tan Qi from the China Academy of Art, may already be at the level of professional painters. There's also Ruan Yunyi from the Sichuan Fine Arts Institute. Oh, and do you know Yu Xuan from the Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts?"

"How come I didn't know? She was signed by Pace Gallery before she even graduated. According to Ms. Wu Jing'en, her talent is terrifying, and she's also very beautiful."

"Really? But I still think Lin Jinglin is invincible at this age; her fundamental skills are just too good."

"A work isn't just about basic skills. Let's go first and try to snag a good spot outside to watch the show."

……

"It made me quite nervous."

As Chen pondered this, he quietly touched the cosplayer's finger.

Wearing a fisherman's hat, Xianmei turned around and smiled sweetly at Director Chen. Her smile rippled like water in the sunlight.

When Professor Guan arrived at the multi-functional hall, which was the entrance to the examination venue, some sharp-eyed young teachers spotted him and immediately reported it to their superiors.

Before long, a large group of elderly men and women came out to greet them.

Professor Guan sighed, turned to look at Yu Xuan, and his expression was no longer as stern as usual: "Girl, it's all up to you now."

This might be the most crucial competition of Cosplay Sister's student life, a chance to rise to fame or forever carry a regret—it all depends on today.

"I know, remember to take your cholesterol-lowering medication at noon."

"I still have the energy to worry about these things," Xianmei said with a smile.

"Really are……"

The old lady seemed a little speechless. She seemed to want to give some advice, but felt it was pretentious.

He simply shook his head and followed the elderly men and women to the VIP room for a chat.

"Little Junior Sister, come on!"

Tong Lan patted Yu Xuan on the shoulder: "I won the third prize back then. The best result in our school is the second prize. As long as you can get the third prize, it won't be considered a regression!"

In this competition, there will be one first prize, three second prizes, and six third prizes.

Winning the third prize means standing out from 80 young talents.

In fact, Tong Lan knew her junior sister's level very well. She was sure that she would get a third prize, and a second prize was not a big problem either, but the first prize would depend on her performance on the day.

To avoid putting too much pressure on her, she set a goal of "third prize".

"Go, Xianmei! Go, cosplay sister! Go, boss lady!"

A cacophony of encouraging voices filled the air.

"Stay calm and deal with it. We'll go out for a big meal after the exam."

Finally, Director Chen said with a smile, "Anyway, I'll do whatever you want!"

"really?"

Xianmei'er's gaze fell on Director Chen, and she said with some anticipation, "We've been busy preparing for the competition for almost half a year, and it's been a long time since we've taken a walk, had a meal, or strolled around the campus like a couple."

"What's so difficult about this?"

Chen readily replied, "After returning to Guangzhou, I will visit you at the Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts every day."

"That's not necessary."

Xianmei said, "When I'm not busy, I can come to Zhongda to see you. See you this afternoon!"

After speaking, Yu Xuan walked briskly into the multi-functional competition hall.

But the scoundrel's smile gradually froze.

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