Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

However, for a professional guy who has been bombarded with various forms of media aesthetics, the hierarchy of this logo needs to be adjusted, the font should be a sans-serif font, and the font weight should be adjusted to avoid visual imbalance, etc.

In short, we need to leave some white space while also being more in line with digitalization and dynamic expansion, after all, it's the 21st century.

In this way, Yang Che wrote/drawn for two hours and forty minutes, while Xie Xiaojin watched him from behind for a total of 20 minutes.

Looking up, my neck was cracking and my wrists were incredibly sore, probably similar to what Gao Yuanyuan used to experience when she practiced shifting gears.

Just as he was stretching and suppressing a groan, Xie Xiaojin was startled when he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. Yang Che was annoyed that he had interrupted the spellcasting and gave the refined teacher Xie a long, sullen look.

Of course! Who would enjoy being startled and interrupted halfway through a stretch? That's just like the story of "Cangzhou Min Ge" (a character from a popular Chinese folktale).

Xie Xiaojin wasn't embarrassed at all. He smiled at the famous filmmaker, put his hands behind his back, and started wandering around again. He needed to stretch his legs.

11:30 AM, time to hand in the papers.

Yang Che really wanted to take the draft with him, but that was obviously not allowed, so he simply blacked out the logo he had drawn. This thing is different from songs and movies.

They rolled up their bags and left.

Xie Xiaojin didn't look at the exam paper, but instead looked at the draft. As soon as he saw it, he became anxious and hurriedly said, "Xiaoyu, go and call Yang Che back."

This shout not only startled Xiao Yu, who was organizing the test papers, but also surprised the candidates who hadn't left the classroom. Was the discrimination so obvious?

However, Xie Xiaojin was just anxious.

"Why did you apply it?"

Faced with Xie Xiaojin's doubts and curiosity, Yang Che said seriously, "I'm not in that position, so I shouldn't meddle in its affairs. I don't want some well-meaning teacher to think my drawing is good and submit it, causing them trouble."

Xie Xiaojin was taken aback, then couldn't help but burst out laughing. After a while, he shook his head and said, "During the end of December, the Olympic Bid Committee expanded the scope to solicit slogans and logos from the public again. Didn't you know?"

Yang Che raised an eyebrow: "Teacher Xie, I have no doubt that you would plagiarize..."

Xie Xiaojin waved his hand: "Your thoughts are... like a winding mountain road."

Then he let out a long sigh: "I called you back because I wanted you to redraw the emblem. I think it's excellent. I have a classmate who works on the Olympic bid committee, so we can submit it for review as soon as possible. The sooner it's finalized, the sooner we can promote it and do other things."

Yang Che felt ashamed, both for his unintentional mistake and for being overly cautious.

If a scumbag like myself can be patriotic, then a teacher like him can certainly be patriotic too.

Of course, it's also acceptable for teachers to have a keen eye for talent and make valuable recommendations.

As for whether Teacher Hou Keming will be happy or not, that's none of his business. In fact, it seems better for Yang Che if he's not happy.

Yang Che felt ashamed again. Teacher Xie was right; his thoughts were really going through a lot of twists and turns.

So after Xie Xiaojin and another teacher, Xiao Yu, finished collecting the papers, Yang Che handed over the Olympic bid emblem that he had redrawn.

"Thank you for your help, Teacher Xie."

"I might even have to thank you. Oh, and write the slogan down too, in both Chinese and English, and sign it at the end."

"OK."

Yang Che responded and followed the rules.

After leaving the directing department building, Yang Che felt a chill on his face. It was because fine snowflakes were falling from the sky. He tightened his down jacket and put on gloves as he walked towards the Golden Deer building.

There were no more examinees on campus at this time, which made Yang Che feel a little lonely.

When they arrived at the West Gate, the crowd grew larger. Yang Che naturally got off the car and pushed it along. The examinees at the gate also began to notice him.

Yang Che also noticed a "familiar face," Yamamoto Ichiki, the character whose ancestors were raped in "Bright Sword." He didn't know his name, but the guy had small eyes and was being interviewed. Judging from the logo, he was from the Education Channel.

As Yang Che withdrew his gaze and was about to slip away, the female reporter abruptly interrupted the interview with "Yamamoto" and blocked the Golden Deer with her microphone.

"Yang Che, how did the exam go? Are you confident you'll pass the preliminary exam?"

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

The reporter then asked very seriously about the starting time for postgraduate entrance exam preparation, the basis for choosing universities and majors, preparation plans, study methods, mindset adjustment, how to balance work and review, and advice for younger students.

This is clearly a special report, but the difference is that it focuses on Yang Che, a relatively well-known student.

Yang Che patiently and earnestly fabricated stories, knowing he couldn't tell the truth—that would be utter nonsense.

The reporter, having finished the interview, happily thanked him and said, "Congratulations! 'My Sassy Girl' broke 6000 million at the box office on the 21st!"

Yang Che was quite surprised: "Really?"

"You didn't know? Oh, right, you went into the exam hall this morning. Didn't you bring your phone?"

"No, I haven't checked my phone these past few days. Thank you, you're leaving now."

The reporter's words were overheard by the people still waiting for the bus at the school gate. They looked at the handsome guy pushing the Golden Deer bicycle on the sidewalk with puzzled expressions. They didn't know when, but the light snow had turned into moderate snow.

Some people found it evocative, while others found the weather extremely unpleasant.

At the same time, Xie Xiaojin was on the phone with Zhang Yimou.

Actually, the Olympic bid committee hasn't signed a formal employment contract with Zhang Yimou yet, but they've already discussed it and confirmed it.

At this moment, Zhang Yimou is discussing the script for "Happy Times" with Wang Bin.

"Who? Where have I heard that name before?"

Xie Xiaojin was speechless: "The screenwriter of 'My Sassy Girl'."

Zhang Yimou suddenly realized: "Oh, him? His design is really good?"

"You'll see when you see it. If you don't like it, then don't hand it in."

"Okay, I'll have someone come with you to get it now."

Zhang Yimou breathed a sigh of relief. Coming from a humble background, he had learned from a young age not to make promises lightly.

He is different from Tian Zhuangzhuang, Chen Kaige, He Ping and the others.

.........

Back in Courtyard No. 8, Yang Che carried Gao Yuanyuan, who was busy in the kitchen, into the bedroom.

Gao Yuanyuan thrashed about, exclaiming, "Oh dear, let's eat first, the food will get cold!"

Yang Che panted lightly, "Let me enjoy it for a while first."

Gao Yuanyuan cupped his face in her hands and said reproachfully, "It's only been two days and it's already like this. What will you do if I go back to Fengtai and she's not there?"

"If you can't see it, you don't have to think about it anymore. You know, these past two days, I can see it and touch it, but I just can't use it. I'm still feeling frustrated."

"It's for the exam, ugh, the blanket's cold, I just can't do anything with it."

Helpless, Gao Yuanyuan had no choice but to get to work, hoping to finish quickly.

After a few soft rustling sounds, Gao Yuanyuan smiled through her hazy eyes and asked, "Still feeling down?"

Yang Che let out a long breath and gently kissed her lips: "Warmth, happiness, and peace of mind."

"Silly girl~ Hmm..."