Wen Xi seemed to have heard nothing.
Yunshan frowned slightly and said nothing.
Seeing that the two had no reaction, Yuan Ya felt a little embarrassed and could only talk to herself: "But with her acting skills, it's just right for her to learn acting."
"Oh, right, Xiaoxi," Yuan Ya suddenly seemed to remember something, and she stopped patting her face. She turned around and looked at Wen Xi with a forced smile, "Do you know? That girl named Xue Ziqi who tied with you for first place in the art exam is quite famous. I heard her grandfather is the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, and one of her students is in the admissions office of Y University this time."
"I've asked the class monitor about Xue Ziqi. Her academic performance is not as good as our Xiaoxi's. It's almost certain that Xiaoxi will be admitted to Y University!" Yunshan said hurriedly.
After saying that, he looked at Wen Xi worriedly, fearing that she would be affected.
After all, the number of new students admitted by Y University over the years is really strangely small. Sometimes the number of admissions to some departments is even in the single digits. For example, Wen Xi is going to take the Chinese Painting Department exam. This year, there is an opponent with such a strong background. If he is affected mentally and performs poorly in the liberal arts exam, then all his previous efforts will be wasted, right?
Yuan Ya's nonsense before the exam really disrupted the morale of the troops.
At this time, Yunshan didn't know that Wenxi had already figured it out in his mind.
Wen Xi raised his eyes, met her worried gaze, smiled and shook his head, indicating that she need not worry, and then looked at Yuan Ya steadily and said: "I believe in Y University, and I believe in myself."
"Really?" Yuan Ya pulled the corners of her mouth and forced a smile, "Then I wish both of our dreams come true."
She turned her head, a cold arc forming at the corner of her mouth.
A sure thing?
Oh, I'm afraid it's too early to be happy.
As soon as the results of the painting competition come out, she will let this delicate young lady know what it means that the higher you climb, the harder you fall!
If you want to get into Y University after plagiarizing the work of a famous teacher, you’re dreaming.
The more Yuan Ya thought about it, the more excited she became.
I guess if this gets out, it'll be the biggest scandal in the art world in recent years, right? If it does, her classmate will probably never be able to hold his head up high, and her chances of getting into Y University will be even greater!
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After consultation with many parties, Mr. He's surgery was finally scheduled for early March. However, it was postponed for a few days because some of his physical indicators did not meet the standards.
On Saturday morning, the drizzling spring rain stopped before it had completely fallen, and the air was a little stuffy.
The old man had surgery today, and Wen Xi was worried about it, so he woke up very early.
Although we left home early, we encountered traffic control for unknown reasons. When we arrived at the hospital, the old man was being pushed into the operating room.
The old man was wearing a hospital gown and looked much thinner and smaller than usual. He raised his head slightly and looked eagerly towards the elevator entrance. When he saw Wen Xi, his eyes lit up.
"Grandpa He!"
"I thought you had forgotten about me, an old man." The old man pouted like a naughty boy.
"How could that be?" Wen Xi smiled and stuffed a sheet of music into the old man's hand to encourage him, "Keep going, I'll wait for you to come out and form a band!"
The music score was the song she played at the New Year's party, composed by an old friend of Grandpa He.
The old man read through the score at a glance and held it tightly in his hand.
"I want to be captain."
"It has to be you."
The old man folded the music sheet and held it tightly in his hand. His originally tense face relaxed a lot and he waved at her and said, "Goodbye!"
"goodbye."
Wen Xi watched the old man being pushed into the operating room.
goodbye.
We will definitely see each other again.
The operating room was closed for a while before she turned around.
He Tingyan was still standing there, staring at the lit operating light in a daze.
There were only the two of them in the entire corridor, and it was very quiet.
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