Chapter 40
Wei Ge's seat was not far from the judges' seats. He thought it was just an ordinary number card, but after entering the venue, a light blue cursor appeared on the number card.
It's so high-tech, it feels like I've strayed from the 21st century into cyberpunk.
It turns out that money is omnipotent.
ARKI single-handedly made all the students at Luda Academy of Fine Arts start to crave money.
After getting a good job, I became a formal employee at ARKI, and my home has been equipped with smart appliances since then.
Of course, this dream is still too small for students who can afford to attend Luda Academy of Fine Arts. After all, the foundation of studying art is a strong family background.
Wei Ge followed the blue cursor and turned left and right. The venue was so huge that if he only relied on the guidance of volunteers or the instructions of icons, many candidates who were directionally challenged or latecomers might not be able to find their seats until the end of the exam.
I have to say that ARKI was very comprehensive in terms of attentiveness in this competition.
When they arrived at area 73, there was a container next to the ergonomic chair. Wei Ge sat on the seat and looked at the snacks inside.
It feels like everything went particularly smoothly today. Wei Ge's good luck started this morning when he ate the loving wontons made by Xing Zhao.
For example, now, this box is filled with his favorite foods.
Which company treats employees so well? These snacks don’t look cheap, and the flavors are quite niche.
There is a feeling that Wei Ge has a connection with the company's purchasing department, and of course there is also a feeling that he is destined to work at ARKI.
Sometimes you can't explain the thing about fate, it's so wonderful.
The classmate next to me frowned as he looked at the contents of the box. There was not a single thing he liked to eat in it, but it was nutritionally balanced, filling, and looked very expensive.
I looked up at Wei Ge's seat and saw that he had already started eating.
Wei Ge took a bite of the matcha chocolate. It was crispy and fragrant, but he was too full in the morning and couldn’t eat anything casually, otherwise he would want to go to the bathroom during the exam.
Xing Zhao had just sat down on the judges' panel when he saw Wei Ge, number 73.
It's not that he knew which candidate Wei Ge was. He was not yet at the level where he could control the gashapon machine to randomly select numbers. Moreover, if he could really control it, all this trouble would be in vain, and the fairness of the exam would be completely lost.
It’s just that Wei Ge was too eye-catching, and he was the one who personally sent him to take the exam. He saw him wearing this outfit with his own eyes.
There were fewer wonton bags and the child looked a little hungry.
Xing Zhao blamed himself in his heart, but this headgear was really too hot. If they hadn't known each other since childhood, Xing Zhao would have felt that Shen Che seemed to be deliberately harming him.
"Mr. Xing, how are you dressed today?" One of the judges glanced at Xing Zhao. If it weren't for the name tag in front of him, he would even suspect that this guy was a puppet that escaped from a zoo.
"What's wrong?" Xing Zhao's attitude wasn't bad, he was just a little hot.
"It looks a bit heavy."
People with high cultural literacy tend to be roundabout in their approach rather than speaking directly.
"I think so too, but today is a live broadcast and I don't want to be exposed." Xing Zhao said. No one except himself knew that he didn't want Wei Ge to know who he was.
Logically speaking, if Xing Zhao gets heatstroke today, Wei Ge should be fully responsible.
It feels like the evil capitalists have made a mistake and innocent college students have to bear the consequences.
The other judges nodded. It might be that the capitalist was afraid of getting into danger after being exposed, so it was normal for him not to show his face. After all, Xing Zhao was worth hundreds of millions.
If it were in an old novel, there might be some foreign mafia organization chasing and hunting him.
I don’t know if this happens in real life, but it’s always better to be cautious.
After all, it is an art competition, not as serious as literature and history. Probably for the purpose of live broadcast, there was an opening ceremony before it started.
In order not to affect the candidates' thoughts, no singing and dancing performances were played. The big screen in the middle lit up and first played a promotional video of the animation that ARKI has been producing for many years.
After the promotional video was over, the screen focused on the judges' panel.
There are senior judges in the art world, top art professors from Luda Academy of Fine Arts, and well-known contemporary emerging painters.
And... a lion.
The students in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment. The judges on the jury panel were quite capable. They probably wanted to make the exam atmosphere more relaxed for the students?
Or... hinting that today's exam question is related to "The Lion King"?
After all, the nameplate in front of the lion has the words "ARKI President" written on it in large letters.
Is he the old, ugly guy who frequents male model bars? He looks quite handsome without his face. Could it be that he has facial imperfections and decided to remove his head for consumption?
Wei Ge raised his head to watch the fun. He was not interested in whether it was a lion or not. The president in the camera did have a good figure, and the suit jacket he wore was something he had never seen before, but Wei Ge always felt that something was wrong.
This body, these chest muscles showing through the suit jacket, and... the band-aid on the finger.
Wei Ge lowered his head to look through his bag, then looked up at the screen. The Band-Aids were all of the same style.
Wei Ge lowered his head to rummage through his bag again, then looked up at the screen and the Band-Aid had disappeared.
Even though I got up early in the morning, I shouldn’t feel dizzy, right?
That Band-Aid was clearly put on Xing Zhao's hand by Wei Ge.
Wei Ge's head was buzzing and he felt itchy, as if something was growing in his brain.
The third thing that shocked his first half of life happened.
The first thing is that Wei Mingzhe is sick.
The second thing is that Xing Zhao is Bai Ye.
The third thing is... Xing Zhao seems to be the president of ARKI.
Xing Zhao has too many identities. If you don't know him, you might think he is the protagonist of a novel.
However, Wei Ge had long felt that Xing Zhao was no ordinary person. He lived in a villa, had a nanny, drove a luxury car, could easily give out a million in tips, and knew the latest developments of ARKI.
Either he is a spoiled rich second generation or a domineering male CEO.
The most important thing is that Xing Zhao really likes wearing suits.
And he has some quirks common to male CEOs in novels.
The rules of this competition were still thought up by Wei Ge.
The food in the box is all Wei Ge’s favorite.
It's not a coincidence at all, nor is it that he and ARKI are destined to be together. It's that the president of ARKI is his uncle Xing.
Don't spoil me too much.
Wei Ge blushed inexplicably. Could it be that he and Xing Zhao were running towards each other?
Otherwise, after the competition, he would go back and pretend to be drunk and kiss Xing Zhao again to test the waters. After all, Xing Zhao didn't seem to mind his kissing him.
Anyway, I won't kick him out of the house for such a trivial matter.
A bit unscrupulous.
The big screen went black instantly after the competition rules were announced. Wei Ge guessed that it was because Xing Zhao behind the camera was too hot, so the judges' live broadcast room would not be revealed during the competition.
Sure enough, Xing Zhao on the other side of the camera took off his wig, and the hairstyle he had done in the morning was already soaked, but it still did not affect his appearance.
Shen Che walked in from outside and handed Xing Zhao a towel to wipe his sweat.
“Boss Xing, I found a few more masks, let’s see which one is suitable.” Shen Che dumped the mess of masks on the sofa behind him.
Xing Zhao turned around and took a look. He was indeed more normal than the previous ones.
"No need, I'll be sitting at the outermost part. Don't point the camera at me during the exam." Xing Zhao gave the order, Shen Che nodded, and arranged for someone to start debugging the camera.
Xing Zhao looked through the glass at Wei Ge who was painting on the stage, and Chen Che also followed Xing Zhao's gaze.
During this period, he always felt that Xing Zhao was a little different from before, although he knew that Xing Zhao always regarded him as a friend and treated him very well.
But he could feel that Xing Zhao seemed to have completely different feelings for Wei Ge.
There is a huge screen in the review room, which can not only monitor the current status of the candidates in the examination room, but also randomly switch the candidates' drawing boards to check the current painting situation.
Xing Zhao really wanted to know what Wei Ge was drawing, but he knew that he could not abuse his authority to do such a thing. Moreover, the names of all the candidates were hidden, and the screen would not show which work corresponded to which candidate.
Although flipping through the pages casually doesn't mean anything, he can't guarantee what impact his prolonged gaze on a particular painting will have on the results.
It was not until three hours later that the judges came up with Wei Ge's painting, and Xing Zhao recognized it immediately.
These days, when Wei Ge was painting in the studio, Xing Zhao was always by his side, sometimes handling some documents, and sometimes bringing Wei Ge meals.
He was very familiar with Wei Ge's works. As the president of an art company, he naturally had to have some artistic sense.
His use of colors was bold and flamboyant, and Xing Zhao felt more and more that his style was extremely similar to that of a blogger he had followed before, but the current one was obviously much more mature than that person's.
It is also much better than the paintings I drew in the studio a few days ago.
Wei Ge is talented, and Xing Zhao hopes more than anyone else that Wei Ge can prove himself through this competition and let everyone see Wei Ge's talent.
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After the game, Wei Ge lined up to leave the field. He could have left first, but he was afraid that Xing Zhao had not finished yet.
After all, now that he knew that Xing Zhao was a judge of this competition, he had to keep it a secret for him before Xing Zhao revealed his true identity.
Otherwise, it would be very embarrassing to find out that you have been exposed.
Wei Ge walked to the door and looked around. He originally wanted to go to a less crowded place to wait for a while, but he never expected to see the familiar car not far away.
Xing Zhao was already sitting in the driver's seat at this moment, and he had changed into a suit, the one that was delivered to him in the morning.
Even the band-aid that Wei Ge put on Xing Zhao's hand today has been put back on Xing Zhao's hand.
It makes people wonder if Wei Ge is dazzled today.
"Uncle Xing, you're here so early." Wei Ge started the conversation first, breaking the awkward silence. "Don't you have to work overtime today?"
"I came out early. Didn't I promise to take you out for a good meal?" Xing Zhao answered, and he didn't lie.
He came out early, left the judging panel early, and he didn't know the result of the competition. Each judge has the right to vote, and the votes will be locked after entering the system, and the final integration will be made based on each judge's score and weight.
Although Xing Zhao didn't like taking backdoors, he still gave Wei Ge full marks.
He really admired Wei Ge, and his full score should not affect other people's final results. To be fair, he also gave full marks to another student with the same level as Wei Ge.
This way, the situation won't be in chaos because of his high score.
Wei Ge, who was sitting in the car, nodded. There was nothing wrong with him coming out early. The president was always careful in what he said.
If someone asks him later why he didn't say it clearly at the beginning, Xing Zhao can still say that he didn't ask at all, because he just graduated from school.
But after knowing Xing Zhao's identity, Wei Ge couldn't help but want to use a backdoor, such as...
"Uncle Xing, what prize do you think I can win in this competition?"
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