How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 305 That's how confident I am!

Beijing No. 151 Middle School.

With more than ten minutes to go before school ends, the area outside the school gate is already packed with parents waiting for their children. Young parents are looking down at their phones, while older people are chatting together.

Zhang Wen put the fan into his bag, then picked up his bag and walked toward the parents who were waiting for their children.

This is the closest high school to the art exam training center, and it's also his target for tonight.

"Big sister, it's so hot outside, grab a fan and cool off."

"Brother, you're sweating. Fan yourself to cool off."

It was the hottest time of year in Beijing, and even in the evening, it felt muggy. So, no parent would refuse a fan handed to them, even if it was advertised. After all, there was still some time before school ended, and they could just throw the fan away as soon as they picked up their child.

"Wow, your fan is way too exaggerated!" a bald, middle-aged man asked with a look of surprise, instantly attracting the attention of those around him.

I've seen plenty of advertising flyers, but this is the first time I've seen one so flashy and extravagant; it's almost blinding.

"There's no way around it, our strength is undeniable, we can't afford to be low-key," Zhang Wen said with a smile as he handed out fans.

"Celebrity teacher? Celebrity alumnus? Does it really exist?" the eldest brother asked with a hint of doubt, and the other parents who received the fans also looked skeptical.

These days, there are far too many self-proclaimed famous teachers. In some art institutions, nine out of ten teachers are star teachers, and the remaining one is an expert.

“Yes, our teachers are all training instructors from famous entertainment companies, and their professionalism is top-notch. As for our celebrity alumni, to be honest, the top-scoring candidate in the performance major at Beijing Film Academy this year came from our school,” Zhang Wen said.

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. This kind of thing can be verified with a simple investigation. How could I dare to make things up? To tell you the truth, our training center has nine students who were admitted to Beijing Film Academy and Huaxi Academy this year, and their scores are all very high. Not to mention Beijing, even if you look at the whole country, you can't find another art exam training institution with such results."

"Xingxiang? I've never heard of it before."

"There are so many art exam training centers in Beijing, it's normal not to have heard of them. The main thing is to look at their strength and results, don't you agree?"

"That's true."

Zhang Wen mingled among the parents and quickly handed out more than three hundred fans. Looking out from the school gate, all you could see were colorful and gaudy fans.

Because the style of the fan was so attractive, everyone unconsciously looked at the promotional slogan on it.

Even those who hadn't originally planned to look at the fans would find their eyes drawn to the fans in other people's hands, and even a single glance would leave them with a memorable slogan.

There's no way around it; there are just too many promotional slogans, and the bright colors are so eye-catching that it's impossible not to look at them.

At first, everyone thought this art exam preparation institution was just bragging, but after watching it many times, they couldn't help but think, "I'll see just how amazing they are."

"What majors does your school offer?" someone asked curiously.

"Acting, music, and dance are our training center's three flagship programs. If you'd like to learn more, you can call the number on the fan. We guarantee a full refund if your child doesn't pass the art exam. It's all clearly stated in the contract; we don't play word games. Why don't you let your child give it a try?" Zhang Wen asked finally.

"No need, my child's current vocal teacher is quite good," the female parent said after hearing this.

"Really? Which institution does this vocal coach work for? I'll poach her." Zhang Wen said seriously, then took out his phone to record it.

"what?"

The female parent looked over in surprise. Was Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center really that arrogant?
"Really, believe me, Xingxiang has the capability," Zhang Wen said earnestly, emphasizing that money talks.

"..."

The female parent was speechless.

Soon, Zhang Wen had finished distributing the area to the left of the school gate, and he began to walk towards the area to the right.

However, as they were handing out the cards, they noticed that some parents were holding small fans with the words "Jiahua Art Examination Center is now enrolling!" written on them.
The following is an introduction to the institution, including: school profile, school environment, educational characteristics, and offered majors...

In short, there is nothing new in terms of design and content.

Zhang Wen looked around and noticed that many parents had this fan in their hands.

It seems he's not the only art exam training institution promoting itself here today.

That's right. This year's college entrance examination is over, and parents of art students are starting to prepare for their children's art exams next year. This is also a crucial time for art exam training centers to recruit students.

“Brother, my fan is stiff and produces a strong breeze. Use mine.” Zhang Wen handed over his fan.

The middle-aged man did not refuse; since he already had one, taking another wouldn't make a difference.

"Big sister, try my fan, it has a strong breeze."

"..."

"Brother, your kid's already in high school at such a young age? How do you maintain your youthful appearance?"

"What's wrong with your eyes? I'm 33 years old, just like you, I'm here to hand out flyers."

what?
Zhang Wen looked at the bag the man was carrying, which indeed contained many fans. Judging from the fan surfaces, it was the same Jia Hua Art Examination Center that he had just seen.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking." Zhang Wen withdrew his outstretched hand, turned around, and handed the fan to another parent.

The man frowned as he looked at the gaudy fans and said loudly, "Hey, stop handing them out here, go somewhere else."

"Why?" Zhang Wen asked, puzzled.

The man picked up his fan, pointed to the words on it, and said, "See this? Jiahua Art Examination Training Center, one of the top art examination centers in Beijing. Compared to us, who are you? Behave yourself and leave now."

"One or two? Who decided that? I don't know anything about it." Zhang Wen looked puzzled.

He's been in the art exam training business for a long time, and he's never heard of art exam training centers being ranked.

"What do you mean by 'whose evaluation'? This is universally acknowledged, okay? Our Jia Hua Art Exam Training Center has been around for over ten years, and countless students have been admitted to major art colleges across the country through our services. If you don't know that, you're still active in the Beijing art exam circle? Hurry up and check it on your phone," the man said arrogantly.

"You've been doing this for over ten years, and you still have to rely on handing out flyers to recruit students. It seems you're not doing very well. Is it because your students' art exam results weren't good this year, and you can't recruit any more students? I understand. Old-fashioned art exam training institutions like yours have outdated ideas and backward teaching methods. You can't keep up with the ever-changing new era." Zhang Wen finished speaking and sighed deeply, showing a regretful look.

The man blushed instantly when he saw the strange looks from the parents around him. "You, you shouldn't talk nonsense here. Jiahua is progressive, has avant-garde ideas, and innovative teaching concepts. We are not backward at all."

"Of course you won't admit it. There's an old saying: 'A son doesn't despise his mother for being ugly, and a dog doesn't despise his home for being poor.' It seems you haven't realized this yet."

"you……"

The man was furious. He wanted to curse, but seeing so many parents around, he swallowed the profanity that was on the tip of his tongue.

Zhang Wen ignored them and continued handing out fans to the parents, saying, "The younger generation surpasses the older. Although Xingxiang Art Examination Center has not been established for long, our results are outstanding. This year, the top student in the performance major at Beijing Film Academy came from Xingxiang. There's even a group photo in the classroom. Xingxiang doesn't rely on its years of experience; we only rely on our results."

"Furthermore, in the entire art exam industry in Beijing, only Xingxiang offers a full refund if you don't pass the art exam. Parents can ask around if they don't believe me; that's how confident we are..." Parents with children preparing for art exams immediately became interested upon hearing this last sentence.

They had indeed visited some art exam training institutions before to inquire about their options and make final preparations for next year's art exams, but what they heard were mostly things like "how strong our institution is" and "how professional our teachers are." They never heard any institution say "full refund if you don't pass the art exam."

"I wonder if any of you parents preparing for art college entrance exams have heard of something," Zhang Wen continued, "In early February this year, a renowned art exam tutor provided free consultation services to art exam candidates outside the Beijing Film Academy and Huaxi Opera School, guiding many of them in the right direction..."

“I know!” a female parent said. “I went there later, but unfortunately I didn’t see him. I heard that the famous art exam teacher only stayed there for less than a week.”

"Now that you mention it, I remember that my neighbor told me about it. I heard that there was a long queue at the time, and many art students from other places went to inquire."

“Early February this year? Oh, I was driving past the Beijing Film Academy at the time and saw the long queues. I thought the art exams had been moved up.”

Many parents of art students started discussing it.

"Why are you bringing this up? Could it be that that famous art exam tutor is from your school?" a parent asked.

“Actually, that famous art exam tutor is me,” Zhang Wen said with a smile.

"you?"

Those around were stunned upon hearing this, their eyes filled with disbelief.

A renowned art exam tutor? So young?

Just kidding!
"Who are you kidding? How could you possibly be a renowned art exam instructor?" the man from Jia Hua Art Exam Institution shouted.

“I am not only a renowned art exam instructor, but also the principal of Xingxiang Art Exam Training Center,” Zhang Wen said.

"The principal is handing out flyers? Ridiculous!" the man said coldly.

“That’s called sincerity. I enjoy communicating with parents and students face-to-face and addressing their questions directly,” Zhang Wen said.

"Your mouth is on your face, you can say whatever you want." The man shrugged, but his face was full of mockery.

Zhang Wen stared intently at the man's face until the man felt uncomfortable, then said, "I've come to a conclusion from your breathing, voice, and pronunciation."

"Just say what you have to say, stop being so secretive," the man said impatiently.

"You're a vocal coach, teaching singing at Jia Hua Training Center, right?"

"what?"

The man's expression froze, and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

Can you tell what he does just by observing him for a few moments?

Are you kidding me?
"Have you seen me before?" The man frowned, scrutinizing the other person as he tried to recall if he had seen this person before.

"What do you think?" Zhang Wen countered.

"..."

The man thought about it carefully and realized he didn't remember the person. Besides, if the other person knew him, they wouldn't have tried to put the fan in his hand.

When everyone saw that the teachers from Jia Hua Art Exam remained silent, they immediately knew that the renowned teachers from Xing Xiang Art Exam were right.

Awesome, so awesome.

Of course, some people didn't believe it. One female parent asked, "Look at me, what do I do for a living?"

People around looked over and saw that the woman was wearing a white dress. Although she had an ordinary appearance, she had an indescribable charm.

can not tell.

Zhang Wen stared at the female parent for a while before saying, "Your body lines are smooth and natural, your muscles are firm, your posture is graceful, and your expression is calm and confident. When you stand, you straighten your back, tuck your chin, lower your shoulders, and open your shoulder blades. You must have been a dancer when you were young, and now you are engaged in dance-related work."

The female parent immediately showed a surprised expression, and another parent who knew her excitedly said, "Teacher, you're right, she was an outstanding dancer when she was young."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression immediately changed.

This level of observation is absolutely top-notch, befitting a master teacher.

"Young man, what do you think of me?" an elderly man with silver hair asked with a smile.

Everyone's attention shifted. This old man looked no different from the other old men who exercised in the park early in the morning. However, one thing was certain: he was definitely retired and probably came to pick up his grandson or granddaughter.

At his age, isn't it making things difficult for him to stand up and join in the fun?

Zhang Wen looked at the old man, thought for a moment, and asked, "Grandpa, may I see your hands?"

"Okay." The old man stretched out both hands.

Zhang Wen looked down, squeezed his hand, and finally let go.

"The old man has scars and calluses on his hands, especially on his palms and knuckles. Although his skin is rough, he is very flexible and strong. He must be a craftsman, a fitter, a very skilled fitter."

The old man paused for a moment upon hearing this, then gave a thumbs up and said with a smile, "Young man, you have a good eye. I used to be a level seven fitter in the factory."

This time, everyone was in an uproar.

fitter?

How the hell could you tell that?

There are many jobs that rely on manual labor, so why single out fitter?

If once is a coincidence, and twice is luck, then what about three times?

People like that should just quit art exam training and become detectives; even Sherlock Holmes wouldn't be much better.

The male teacher from Jiahua Art Examination Center was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Seeing the enthusiastic and curious looks of the parents around him, he knew that there was no need for him to be there anymore, so he could only silently leave the crowd.

Xingxiang Art Exam Prep?
I've never heard of it before. Where did it come from?

No, this matter must be reported to the principal. Otherwise, given the other party's ability to discern other people's professions, Jia Hua Art Examination will have no chance of success this year.

I wonder if our school principal has that kind of insight.

……

(End of this chapter)