That night, Wang Xiyue temporarily slept in the room where Geng Ailing used to live. She tossed and turned in bed but couldn't fall asleep. Her mind was full of what she was going to write next. Finally, she couldn't help but took the paper and pen that Fan Xitian used to paint from the living room, and under the warm yellow incandescent light, she wrote down the surging inspiration in her mind.
By the late night, the entire four-page sketch paper was filled with handwriting. Wang Xiyue didn't want to disturb Fan Xi to borrow paper, and was also worried about spending too much on electricity, so she went to bed.
The next morning, Su Qingqing knocked on the door...
Fan Xi really regretted bringing this little ancestor home yesterday. He didn't know if he could live a peaceful life in the future.
Su Qingqing looked at Wang Xiyue, whose eyes, though dark, still sparkled, in shock. "Wang Daya, did Fan Xixue cast some kind of spell on you? Why are you so different mentally?"
Wang Xiyue smiled and handed the manuscript she had worked on all night to Fan Xi. "Li Xi, I'm so sorry. I borrowed your paper and pen in the middle of the night without your permission. Here are some things I wrote last night. How about you take a look at them for me?"
Fan Xi took the four-fold sketch paper and was somewhat shocked to see it filled with Wang Xiyue's pencil writing in just one night. She looked at the beautiful handwriting on it. Although it was a little wrinkled, she had to admit that it was in line with the preferences of this era and made her inexplicably think of the essays she had learned in elementary school textbooks.
Fan Xi nodded seriously and praised her, "Xiyue, your writing is very talented. If you really like this subject, I think you can ask your teacher if you can change your major. Even if you can't, you can always audit more classes in your major!"
Wang Xiyue was very excited to hear Fan Xi's praise, and was full of energy.
Su Qingqing curiously leaned behind Fan Xi, wanting to see what Wang Xiyue had written. She couldn't help but read aloud -
At first light, a thin mist gently shrouded the village like a veil. Smoke curled from the chimneys, like the gentle hum of the awakening earth, slowly blending into the clear sky. Distant mountains, shrouded in the morning mist, loomed like a landscape painting in light ink. On the ridges of the fields, wild grass clung to glistening dewdrops, shimmering in the morning light like strings of pearls scattered among them...
"Wang Daya, what are you writing in such a fussy way?"
Wang Xiyue said sheepishly, "It was Li Xi who suggested that I write some random articles and submit them to the newspaper to earn royalties. Qingqing, what do you think of my writing?"
"It's a bit fussy, but your writing is really good. I think those old scholars like your style of freehand writing!"
Fan Xi couldn't help but sneer. Although Su Qingqing was a bit noisy, some of her words were quite accurate.
As Fan Xi packed his things, he said, "Xiyue, put the manuscript away first. When you have time, copy it carefully. Since school has just started and you're not busy these two days, you can write a few more articles. I'll introduce you to the editor at the newspaper later!"
Wang Xiyue nodded heavily...
After Aunt Chu came over, Fan Xi followed the two of them to school. Originally, Fan Xi didn't want to watch any welcome performances, but Su Qingqing insisted on asking her to go. Fan Xi had no choice but to get on her bike and follow them!
The three of them arrived at the school. The campus was bustling with activity. The auditorium was filled with both new and old students. Su Qingqing dragged Fan Xi and Wang Xiyue along and squeezed into the front row...
As soon as the three of them got to the front row, they ran into old acquaintances Zheng Zening and Fu Zhengtu. These two came to the party as representatives of the party. After greeting them, they sat next to them.
The welcome performance began and the host came on stage. Today's host was Zhang Jiajia, who had asked Fan Xi to make clothes for her several times. Even the clothes she wore today were newly made by herself not long ago.
Fan Yu whispered in Zheng Zening's ear, "Zening, what do you think of this girl? She's from the same class as you, her name is Zhang Jiajia."
Zheng Zening shook his head and did not respond to Fan Xi's words.
Fan Xi stopped talking and watched the song and dance performance on the stage, full of the characteristics of the times, with some boredom. Just when he was thinking about finding an opportunity to slip away early to go home and spend time with his children, he heard the segment where the host interacted with the bride and groom...
The first interactive session was a quiz. Three people formed a group and signed up voluntarily to participate. The questions covered a wide range of topics, including mathematics, history, science, and art. The group with the most correct answers would receive a NT$66 prize sponsored by the school!
Just as Fan Xi was about to leave, Su Qingqing, who was sitting between her and Wang Xiyue, grabbed her hand. Su Qingqing, holding one hand in each, raised it high and said, "The three of us want to sign up!"
Fan Qi was completely speechless. This Su Qingqing was really a rip-off. She raised her hand without even asking...
Zhang Jiajia saw Fan Xi at first sight, and her eyes lit up. When she asked Fan Xi to make clothes for her before, she heard Fan Xi say that she was preparing for the college entrance examination. She didn't expect that she actually got admitted to Yangcheng University.
Zhang Jiajia immediately invited Fan Xi and the other two to come on stage, and then invited several other groups of students who raised their hands to participate in the competition, and asked student representatives Zheng Zening and Fu Zhengtu to come on stage to read the questions.
Zheng Zening and Fu Zhengtu took the answer sheets and began to read the questions in turn...
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